UNC Music Camp 2003

Well, I went to UNC Music Camp. As I promised I would return with some camp stories, I must now tell stories.

However, instead of stories I thought I might make things interesting by simply writing about my music camp experience. Instead of writing stories, I'll just write a big summary of my week and all the things that happened.

So here goes. Mostly the week was pretty good, but some aspects were, in my estimation at least, somewhat lacking. The first and most immediately noticable of these was the absence of good food. It was simply nowhere to be found. You could look everywhere and never would you find actual edible food. The "food" was served at Granville Towers cafeteria, and for lunch and dinner I consistently had just a salad, a coke, and a cone of soft-serve ice cream.

Now admittedly I'm being somewhat harsh on the Granville cafeteria. They did serve edible food. I just didn't eat it because it wasn't very good. That just doesn't sound as good as the inedible track. A lie always sounds better than the truth.

Another difficulty was the notable absence of some of the coolest people from the 2002 Music Camp. If names might mean something to you, as my reader, I can supply them. Monika, Eliza, Jenna, and John didn't show, making them traitors to the name of UNC Music Camp. I hold something between mild dislike and bitter contempt in my heart for them for at least a little while.

Beyond that, the camp was okay, but there was still something missing that I cannot quite but my finger on. Something intangible was always keeping me from having quite as much fun as I desperately wanted to. While I don't know what this was, it was definitely quite pervasive.

It was also sad because a lot of the people who I've come to really like through music camp are leaving forever next year, never to be heard from again. Or at least not to be seen for a while. That's always sad.

But mostly it just wasn't as cool as it's been. I did enjoy meeting a whole lot of new people I'd never seen before, and getting to know a few that I'd seen but not really gotten to know. I look forward to coming years of Music Camp. As I grow older, my confidence will invariably build until I am the oldest camper there, making me positively a god.