Lady Bridget’s Triumphant Return, or well, extended visit
It’s become very apparent to me that I’m ill equipped to deal with an “adult” summer away from this place. The other day, I went out to breakfast, and the only thing I had to wear was a Chewbacca t-shirt I bought at Walmart on a night out last year. I’ve had to adjust to a regular shower schedule, and constantly think about what’s happening at camp at any given time of day. There’s only so much of this a person can take, so I decided a trip to Howeville Road was in order.
Sometimes I get anxiety about visiting camp. Questions rumble through my mind: will I remember everyone? Will anyone remember me? Will I just be an interloper, butting in on a new camp season of which I’m not a part? My anxiety tends to peak as I turn onto Howeville Road…and then I get out of my car.
Oh, man, it’s good to be back. Apart from the hugs and yells of greeting, how comforting it is to see that almost everything is unchanged. Sure, there are new names and faces (and this year, Shangs and tents), but everything that makes camp “camp” is still the same. I slip so easily back into the routine, the friendships, and the fashion that I forget for a split second that I’m not actually working here this summer.
Today, though, I did a little of everything – I did inspection for Lady Pam (including trunks!), tagged along for a ski class, inducted new members into Zac Efron Lovers Anonymous, sang sounds too loudly and a little off-key in the dining hall, and wore matching outfits with Lady Annie just because. And even though I have to leave tomorrow and go back to my “real” life, this reminder of camp’s constant sameness has comforted me and made adulthood a little more bearable.
-Lady Bridget Scollan