An attempt to put summer in writen form

God. summer. where has it gone? One minute it's June 15th and your ready for a fresh start and the next minute its August 22nd and your rubbin your neck from the wiplash that summer gave you.
Summer was fucking amazing this year. It first started with the graduation parties and taking in every single moment with the seniors. Suddenly you feel that same wiplash. One second they're at their house where you can always call them EVEN THOUGH you probably wont, and then the next second they're literally AT COLLEGE and you missed that last goodbye. A small part of me is still sulking in the corner, whining for more time with those great kids; but a HUGE part of me is so excited for them and their new chapter in their lives. Not to mention I am going to see these kids again because i really feel beyond connected with them, so from now on i am converting all my 'goodbye''s to 'cya later''s.
Next mile stone was Creation, the most rejuvinating, original, spiritual, inspirational, freeing and FUN experience i've ever had in my LIFE. God i miss the tent, the dirt linse, the concerts, the walking, the food, and the jokes. I long to have one last "awkward bus cheer" with all of us together. But a las a lack I will just have to wait till next year. . .or maybe the next burn party. I think all the kids know how freaking amazing that experience was and that words can not even embody how great it was. so i will end this paragraph with one phrase "Phill Friggin' Keaggy" . . . nuff said.
After maybe a weeks rest from jesus camp, i went to goucher. Ugh, Goucher, I LOVE YOU! There will never be another place like goucher. People can try and recreate the relationships, the jokes, and the learning but that's all they can do, TRY. One thing that seperates goucher from anything was it included my first love, dance. I was challenged and i saw myself improve greatly from both amazing teachers and great friends. OH THE FRIENDS! i felt so comfertable, understood, and loved from those people and i will always carry them and that feeling of completness with me whereever i go. They touched me, and not in a nasty , "CRAZY" way, which includes the phrase "sexy beast" but in the most original and creative way that friends can.
After a week of me rubbing my muscels and trying not to move a lot, my next mile stone was DeSales. Oh DeSales. This camp lies in a special place in my heart. It was here where i saw my improvement be inforced and embellished with personality. Suddenly i was catching my mistakes and correcting them, not to mention picking up combinations more quickly, and not worrying about messing up. This was not only because i was confident but i was beyond supported by the great people at DeSales. We roughed through so much together. Whether it was a death of a family member or the drunk beer pong playing, shakespeare people; we stuck together and became a group of crazy dancers who didnt care what the world thought of us. DeSales will forever be remembered as the place of flies, asians, and friends for life.
After DeSales I mubeled around for a weekend and then went to possibly the dorkiest but awesome camp imaginable. Yes, im talking about Kayak Camp. So i was 17 and the age range was from 12-16. I DIDNT CARE! cause i was there with, cody, rayen, steven, eian, andrew(who looked oddly like zac braff), my girl jayne, and the two coolest kayak instructers on the face of the planet: joe and jeff. It was with these people that i was challenged in a beyond fun way. Part of me was like 'CAROLINA don't look like a wimp! carry those kayaks' or 'PADDLE BITCH PADDLE' and part of me was like 'YAY CAMP WITH YOUNGIN'S i love it!' so it was an odd mix of muscels and playin' hit the car with the plum that mom packed.
Since then I have been chartering between the beach house and my various friends. Whether at birthday parties for camp friends where i only know one person (PARKIE) and leaving with 15 new friends, having an INTENSLY stereotypical sleepover with hannah, ellie, heather, and kels, or just a one on one silliness and a movie, not to mention DRIVES, with simone. Even though i know the school year is riding up my tail, i am still living my days as though i have a month left of summer. So please, no one pinch me because i dont want to wake up and find myself sitting with the giblinator going over y = mx + b for the 43rd time.

Summer, you friggin' ROCK!


and we're done