Thursday, August 28, 2008

camp in a nutshell

July 5th came without my special permission. It was the day I had to drive to Tyler and sell my soul to Pine Cove. I was busy hanging out with good friends in Nacogdoches for the Gregs gettin' Gregged. With fire works and ace of base and Allison all around me, the thought of going to a place where I had no clue what would happen just scared me.

Rightfully so.

Pine Cove is a cult.

j/k.

but seriously.
(some ppl say we overuse commas, i overuse periods. and i like. it that way.)

It was the hardest thing I've ever done.

I quickly learned the chants and acceptable behavior. The lingo was different too. Letters like "F.O.B" had all new meaning and I could no longer say "okay" without a cheer following. Oh summer camp, this was it. I was sleeping on a top bunk which gave me the odd urge to carve "teysha wuz here" and draw an arrow to where I had my head at night. There were kids everywhere. Some were funny, some were short, most were annoying. They had names like "Bailey" and "Lane." I guess parents are getting trendy. I even met a boy named "Sky." I did so much jumping that I would bet money my calves doubled in size.

Hired as a photographer, I was taking pictures all day every day. That part wasn't hard. I got used to staying up till 2 a.m. editing and posting, and I really didn't mind the hours. The hard part was the social aspect. I'm used to struggling with things in the beginning. I'm never comfortable in a new environment right away. Sometimes it takes me a few days, sometimes a few minutes, but PC took me 6 weeks. Yep, never did I finally feel completely comfortable there. I don't know what it was... to this day I can't put my finger on it. I was comfortable in the media office almost right away, but being at my camp was always a bit awkward. Three weeks in I had this awesome total break down. Someone asked me how my day was and once I tried speaking it all just gushed from there. Tears. Advice. Lesson learned. Smile. Moved on.
It got a little better after that.
But I still don't know what God taught me.

All I knew by the end of it was that I had to go back next year. I never expected that. Never. But I pre-signed and everything. In fact, the last week I think I almost loved the place. Almost... (that could have been my dual-discovery of the wide-angle lens and game room distorting my view)

I'm not done with pine cove. I've set it on pause. Next summer I'll get it right. I want to.

here's a few of my favorite pictures!