There was a moment where I felt as they did, when I was in Big Bear for Spanish Camp. The week that led up the trip, I was stressed. There was so much to think about and to take care of, I didn't feel like going or even deserve to. I considered dropping out because I felt guilty. But of course, I went. I had already paid for the trip and it would be too much of a hassle to sort things out last minute. As it turned out, going to camp was one of the best times I've had in a long time and it felt liberating.
Most of the time at camp was spent dancing. I was never one to dance in public. I hated it. I felt like I was this uncoordinated slug who just swung her arms wherever possible. But as Winston finally enjoyed sex with Julia, I could finally enjoy opening myself up and dancing in front of others! (I think it was partially due to the fact that I was never going to see these people again.) I wasn't stiff like Katharine, but rather relishing in it like Julia. Dancing in front of others and simultaneously having fun was a victory in itself for me.
On the final day of the trip, everyone was waiting for the buses to arrive. I, being a true romanticist, wanted to appreciate the nature a little more while I was still there. So I embarked on a solo stroll and ventured beyond the campgrounds. For some reason, trees make me indubitably happy. When I spotted a bench hidden beneath a massive tree's branches, I made myself at home. I viewed the lake, or what was left of it during that time of year, and inhaled the clean, crisp air. There was no one telling me what I should do, all my due dates were momentarily forgotten and since there was barely any service, no handheld pieces of today's technology were of use. It wasn't just invigorating, but it was freeing.
-Pamela
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