A Letter Home

Dear Mom and Dad,

I hope the British summer has been kind to you both. Has it rained much? Camp is winding down with just over a week left. It’s hard to believe I’m about to finish my second summer here; time has flown by. Each year, I discover more about myself and feel as though I’ve grown as a person. This summer, looking after 13 kids has certainly had its moments - they are amused by the way I say “water bottle” and sometimes resist making their beds or brushing their teeth. But regardless, I’ve found something to cherish in each and every one of them. I’ve grown to appreciate their unique qualities and the bonds we’ve formed. They have made this experience truly meaningful.

I know I talk about camp a lot when I’m home, and I understand if you might have tuned out after a few weeks, but I wonder if you recall me speaking about College League. It comes to an end in a couple of days with Pres Night. All 6 teams stand on stage in the theater and sing three songs and do a funny skit the deans have worked tirelessly on for months. Afterward, the placing teams are announced, and 1 team ends College League with a run down to the lake. At the start of last summer, I couldn’t quite grasp why the campers cared so deeply about this competition. Now, as my second summer here draws to a close, it all makes sense. These kids are away from their families for weeks on end—some up to seven weeks—and they miss their families just as much as I miss both of you. College League means more to them than just competition; it’s a family, a community they can lean on knowing their teammates have their backs. The support and care within these teams are indescribable. Manitou truly feels like a family, and I now realize that College League is at the heart of that unity. While I think of you both every day, it brings me comfort to know I have family here too. On the basketball court, when the winner is announced, win or lose, wet or dry, I’ll still have that sense of belonging. That’s the beauty of Manitou.

When College League ends, there will inevitably be campers who feel disappointed. However, I know my bunk, and I’m certain every other bunk in camp has poured their heart and soul into this league. Regardless of their final standings, they should all take immense pride in their dedication. Soon after, Color War will break, the camp will transform over night and campers and staff will be split into their Gray and Maroon teams. Another competition begins, another chance to end the summer taking a dip in the lake. But much like College League, this is another opportunity to forge connections, to nurture a sense of community and experience the Manitou Magic that brings people back each year.

Last year, I didn’t end up in the lake for either College League or Color War, and this year may be no different. While some might see that as a loss, I believe I’ve won regardless. I win every day i get to wake up at this place, surrounded by people who I care for and who care for me, getting to experience once in a lifetime things and being able to call it a job. Every sunset, every smile, every memory I make here is a win.

Mom and Dad, i miss you both, I can’t wait to bore you with plenty more stories when I’m home.

Love,

Tiana