{camp}


this weekend we became amplified versions of our twelve-year-old selves as we ate grilled cheese and tomato soup and bopped along to ben folds. in between the non existent reveille and an infinite curfew we learned krav maga and did flips on the trapeze. we even performed a flashmob. soccer games, volleyball games, drinking games... and let's not forget those killer sweet dance moves and the s'mores competitions that you won every time. if this is what grown ups do, who needs a childhood? 
-yeh!

in the morningtime

the sufjan stevens station is on, just medium volume. wake not, my roommate! my cup of red velvet tea is a quarter full, and i just read a bit of encyclopedia of an ordinary life, a book that mum sent me in a little care package this week. i paused the readingtime to discuss this time, my favorite time: morningtime. it is before everyone in my world has woken up, or at least before everyone in my world thinks that i have woken up.
at camp i had a ritual of waking up exactly 55 minutes before reveille. it was to go on my runs, on the treadmill, in the gym, but always i'd walk extra slowly to the gym to savor that comforttime of... quiet before the unknown? my only least favorite part of this time was the dew on the grass-- but such is a necessity for that scene. 
[present] here i am, before i've made my bed, sitting at my vanity, about to finish this cup of tea and wanting to describe this, but-- hearing the footsteps in my building are signaling the end. or the beginning. 
happy day, everyone!
-yeh!

the war is over and we are beginning


{women of camp k--}
{life during wartime}
{bunk g counselors survivors}
b is for the best team
l is for the loudest team
u is for unique team
e is for the energy
go blue
{wall staff}
{in our bedroom after the war}

color war broke by way of fire-eaters. 
there were battles of strength, speed, and who can make the most appetizing dish using canned corn as the main ingredient. 
there was the rope burn and semi-silent meals,
apache relay and a successful sing.
in the end the other guys won. 
and then it was the second to last day of camp.
and then the last.
so now i sit in my air-conditioned room in my tiny apartment in manhattan, 
with a belly full of bluebees. 
...and i'm itching to know:
were the past two months for real?

-yeh

is there anything better than a bosco stick.


 there should be a website that is http://www.isthereanythingbetterthanaboscostick.com
and all it would say when you click on it would be:
two bosco sticks
or
unicorns
or something else of the awesome equivalent to a pair of bosco sticks,
because it is a fact that bosco sticks are better than mortal life.
in youth times, my everyday school lunch consisted of
bosco sticks + a naked juice 
{green machine or mighty mango... it evened out the unhealthyful qualities of breadsticks with cheese in the middle}
...and i hadn't had a single bosco stick since high school...
 until a few nights ago, when the stars alined and i happened to be in canteen when they were the evening special. ohhh, was that moment transcendent... reliving the memory like it was yesterday  {sitting in the titan cafeteria, bosco stick in one hand, graphing calculator in the other hand, scribbling through my calculus homework} and asking myself
why do we need vegetables when we have these? 
just want to eat bosco sticks every day of my life.
-yeh