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My summer started off in Baltimore.

Well, I guess it’d be more accurate to say my summer didn’t start so much as my school year never quite ended.

For the first three or four weeks after finals, I stayed on campus to work in my lab and start settling into my apartment for the next two years. I took a day to go into DC with my friend Ellie, danced the night away with JHU_Grace/ our friend Will/ JHU_Ian/ JHU_Joseph, and listened great bands at the annual Charles Village festival with my friend Charwat.


JHU_Grace is good at choosing photo filters

I loved every minute of it, and was very much reluctant to leave when that chunk of my summer came to an end last Sunday.

For the rest of the summer, I’m working as Program Director at my diabetes summer camp in Massachusetts. I’m in charge of making the daily schedule for fifty staff members and one hundred campers and in charge of creating the magic that made me fall in love with camp ten (!) years ago.

However, for the first time ever, I was a little unsure of my decision to come back to camp. After experiencing a few weeks of summer on campus and hearing all about my friends’ internships and jobs, I found myself regretting my decision to trade Tuesday Trivia at PJ’s for Tuesday Dance Night with the boys’ diabetes camp down the road.


Typical Tuesday. Yes I am dressed as a table. Yes I got paid to do so.

I’ve been at camp for a week now for admin team training before general staff training next week and the first week of camp the week after, and I can say now that coming back this summer was the right decision for me.

In the past week, I’ve been reminded of just how important of a place camp is. Camp shows kids that diabetes may help describe you, but it certainly doesn’t define you, a message that often gets lost in the translation of blood sugars and insulin doses.


~Camp lifts you higher~

Camp has taught me more than any internship or class possibly could. I’ve learned to see things from others’ perspectives, learned to be confident in myself, and learned to loosen up and let everything go. I’ve simultaneously worked harder and laughed harder at camp than anywhere else in the world and have made some of my best friends in the world.

Will it be a summer of late night dancing at the Crown or ice cream at the Charmery?

Most certainly not, but right now there’s no place I’d rather be.


Peace, Love, & Insulin: the unofficial camp slogan

(I also bought a selfie stick, originally for ironic purposes, though it’s proving to be a very handy investment.)


What do you mean you go hiking WITHOUT a selfie stick?