I promised myself I wouldnt make a sappy chill camp status, but with writing being my one true solace, I caved. So here it goes. When I entered grade 9 at Canterbury I didnt have a clue how to make friends in a sea of new faces, how to be recognized when I was surrounded by so much complete and utter talent, and how to round myself into the person I wanted to become. On a whim I decided to apply as a delegate for chill camp, and after the most pivotal weekend of my life, the mystery had all been solved. In grade 10, I understood the importance of leadership. Of the magnitude that stars could have when they came together to make a constellation. I was once again blown out of this world by people who influenced my life more than I ever thought possible. When I applied to be a builder, I put a deck of cards in my application and wrote 52 things I love about chill camp on them. I have no idea how I managed to sum my feelings up into a single deck of cards, but nonetheless, handing in that application was the best thing I could have done. I remember the nervousness of entering the room where I had my interview; I remember how my heart felt like a jackhammer inside my rib cage; and I remember doing the single ladies dance to a room of people I looked up to in so many ways and loving it. The final list was then posted and I received my all inclusive ticket to paradise. The feeling of being a builder is one I cannot describe through words, because for once, words will not do it justice. I fell in love with 25 people and even though I had to say goodbye to a lot of them at the end of grade 11, sometimes at night, I still close my eyes, fly away, and dream of paradise. This past weekend, all the magic of camp returned for one more year. Reality and fantasy collided to make my last chill camp the most special and the most magical. I want to extend one thousand and one thank you’s to Brooke, Sierra, Zoe, Aiden, Caleb, Reilly, 16 directors, 70ish builders, all my sessions, all parents and teachers involved, and every delegate for defining camp and making it as special as it is. It is with happy cries and bloodshot eyes that I end this, but over time I have learnt that it is not the goodbyes that define us, or even the hellos, but the moments in between. Clue. Space. Paradise. Fantasy. KUDOS CHILL CAMP, IT’S BEEN REAL.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 22:03:08 +0000
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