"Now dad, I'm telling you right now I want to go to this camp. You see how I'm pointing to this envelope?" I try to explain to my seemingly clueless father as I try to tell him which leadership camp I want to attend. Since receiving two invitations, one to NSLC and the other to NYLF (the acronyms aren't of any importance at the moment), I had to decide which I wanted to go to. My obvious choice was the nine day long camp for forensics. Somewhere along the way from my clear explanation to him and his signing me up, my dad sent an rsvp to the other camp, a week long law and CSI camp. I was so disappointed. There was no turning back, no refunds, no regrets. Every time I mentioned going to this camp after, it was a complaint. "Yeah my dad signed me up for the wrong one." "I don't know if I'll like it." "I just want to get it over with." Next thing I know it was July 24th, registration day. The nerves and anxiety were worse than I imagined for I never really leave my house, let alone my family for a week. I was going to eat, sleep, live with strangers, people I probably wouldn't ever imagine meeting without this camp. It was a frightening thought to just be dropped off. What if I didn't make any friends? What if I can't handle this? Questions raced through my mind as I packed my bags. Always go in with low expectations.
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RomanceNot your typical love story, in the works, names and companies have been changed for privacy for this is a true story
