| | Wow. I haven't posted in a while. Oh well.
For those who didn't know, I spent the last three weeks at CTY. Yes, this is the "nerd camp" I've been going on about. This was my nomore (i.e. last) year. At the end of the session, we gather on one of the greens on campus and make toasts about CTY and what we love about it. This ritual, called the Passionfruit, occurs at 6 in the morning on the last day pof camp. When my chance came, time was short so my speech didn't say everything I wanted it to. I guess I'll have that chance now.
I try to explain CTY to people at home, and they think I'm crazy. Taking classes for three weeks in the summer? It's supposed to be vacation! When I think about that, I think about people holding on to spoons for dear life*, or I think about going through a human tunnel with my pants off**, or I look around on Thursdays and see people wearing bathrobes and carrying towels***, and I think, "Crazy? They don't know the half of it."
But it's the best kind of crazy. You do the kind of things that you know are ridiculous. The kind of things you know will make you look like an idiot. The kind of things that you do anyway, because there are other people looking just as stupid right there beside you. In short, crazy for crazy's sake.
This place is so great because of the traditions and the people. The traditions are complex enough to be a religion, but they are nothing without the people. These people are nice, funny, and above all, accepting. They will treat you right no matter what you are like. So, a few shout-outs are in order:
First, Will Colmer. Bearer of the Duck in its 14th year, king of Acting Improv, and the coolest roomate I've ever had.
Second, Nikka. She directed the first Monty Python Madness, something she wanted for 4 years. As one of the cast members that showed up to multiple rehearsals (a rare distinction), I have to say she did a great job.
Finally, Robinson Woodward (a.k.a. Woody). In 2001 he got to know me for who I was and accepted that, and that little act changed my life.
I love you all, I love CTY, and I love the Passionfruit.
* The game of Blammo, in which you are vulnerable to attack if you are not carrying a small plastic spoon - ask me later.
** A tradition performed during Bizarre Love Triangle, a song played at most of the dances - again, ask me later.
*** I assume my audience knows what this one references.
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