Camp, Night One
Jul. 29th, 2006 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandOne of my favorite things about camp is definitely eleven-thirty PM.
Why eleven-thirty PM, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. Eleven-thirty PM is that lovely time when we get the boys out of the girls' dorm. This is a task I personally take on because it's so much fun to walk up and down the hall, bellowing, "All penises must immediately vacate!" I get looks, laughter, and people following me as I meander from one end of the hall to the other.
For the record, the guys generally leave laughing and without problems.
There's a new counselor this year named Ashley who immediately started emulating me, too. I was so proud to watch her walk up and down the hall shouting that room checks were in [insert number here] minutes. Then we stood out in the hallway and sang Jekyll and Hyde songs. Loudly. And people joined in ♥
For those who don't know, midnight means lights out and room-checks here at our camps. Room-check just means that we knock on the door, they open it, we see that they're both in safely for the night, and we say, "Lights out, goodnight." They close the door, and we continue on our merry way.
And every year, without fail, we have at least one student who approaches us as the midnight hour draws near and asks us the following question: "Are we allowed to use the bathroom during the night?"
No, you're not. We provided milk jugs. YES, YOU CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM! Sheesh, we might get you guys on a time-table, but we're not cruel!
Ah, eleven-thirty PM. The time when the counselors are truly in charge. This is the time when we get to play >:D Though in all honesty, we're pretty relaxed. Unless someone's doing something horribly, obviously, glaringly wrong...we're probably just gonna go "Hey, knock it off." And then we'll be on our way.
And always remember Rule #1:Don't talk about Fight Club. DON'T GO TO THE LAKE!
EDIT: My roommate is snoring. Loudly o_O We're talking a sawmill here. Wow...
Why eleven-thirty PM, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. Eleven-thirty PM is that lovely time when we get the boys out of the girls' dorm. This is a task I personally take on because it's so much fun to walk up and down the hall, bellowing, "All penises must immediately vacate!" I get looks, laughter, and people following me as I meander from one end of the hall to the other.
For the record, the guys generally leave laughing and without problems.
There's a new counselor this year named Ashley who immediately started emulating me, too. I was so proud to watch her walk up and down the hall shouting that room checks were in [insert number here] minutes. Then we stood out in the hallway and sang Jekyll and Hyde songs. Loudly. And people joined in ♥
For those who don't know, midnight means lights out and room-checks here at our camps. Room-check just means that we knock on the door, they open it, we see that they're both in safely for the night, and we say, "Lights out, goodnight." They close the door, and we continue on our merry way.
And every year, without fail, we have at least one student who approaches us as the midnight hour draws near and asks us the following question: "Are we allowed to use the bathroom during the night?"
No, you're not. We provided milk jugs. YES, YOU CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM! Sheesh, we might get you guys on a time-table, but we're not cruel!
Ah, eleven-thirty PM. The time when the counselors are truly in charge. This is the time when we get to play >:D Though in all honesty, we're pretty relaxed. Unless someone's doing something horribly, obviously, glaringly wrong...we're probably just gonna go "Hey, knock it off." And then we'll be on our way.
And always remember Rule #1:
EDIT: My roommate is snoring. Loudly o_O We're talking a sawmill here. Wow...
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Date: 2006-07-29 06:55 am (UTC)*snickers at song* We didn't have anything like that, but the flag corp had a few running jokes and things that we did. We also had a percussion piece called "Cowbell." After we marched the halftime show, the drumline would play this piece, and the rest of the band would dance--the routine consisted of basically headbanging and shouting "WOOP WOOP" at certain moments. That was the best part of the whole damn game, just getting to headbang around like crazy for two and a half minutes.
Hell, half the parent section would be doing it too! And it was always interesting to see how many people got up and left after the band played. After all--without the band, it's just a game ^_~
Had some interesting show choir traditions, too. I think those'll end up in a
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