The Argus
Volume 68, Issues I and II
Friday, August 10, 2007
Camp Shohola
105 Weber Road
Greeley, PA 18425
Duncan and Holly Barger – Directors
Phone: 570 371-4759
Fax: 570 685-4563
E-mail: office@shohola.com
Web Page: http://www.shohola.com
Argus Administration
Brian Loeper and Andrea Martinkova – Counselor Advisers
Mike Wood – Cover & Additional Art
Elliott Williams and Kyle Schiff – Printing & Collation
Tom Gibson – Supervisor
The Shohola “S” Winners
The Shohola “S” is given those campers who in the estimation of the Camp Shohola Staff
demonstrate achievement, friendliness, helpfulness, responsibility, and leadership.
The Argus would like to congratulate the following campers for receiving this prestigious award:
First Session
Giancarlo Montes, Cabin 2
Kaleb Christiansen, Cabin 13
Adam Goff, Cabin 14
Second Session
Francisco Lorenzo, Cabin 7
Alfredo Esper, Cabin 9
Diego Haucuja, Cabin 11
Miguel Pallares, Cabin 12
Gabe Shayer, Cabin 13
Juan Jose Lorenzo, Cabin 14
Keenan McAuliffe, Cabin 14
A RECORD BREAKING SUMMER
As I sit and write the director’s
address for 2007, I am once again shocked at how quickly the time
flies. We spend 10 months preparing for this flash in the pan we
call summer camp. Then it seems to pass in the blink of an eye. But
although this summer is all but gone, it was not “just another
summer” at Shohola. This was a milestone year for many
reasons. Not only was this Holly’s and my first summer as
directors together, but it was also a record breaking summer.
Shohola celebrated its 65th
summer this summer…IT’S A RECORD!!!
We had 104 staff members total…IT’S
A RECORD!!!
We had 275 total campers enrolled…IT’S
A RECORD!!!
At our peak enrollment, we had 174
campers at one time…IT’S A RECORD!!!
Cabin 10 housed 14 bodies…IT’S
A RECORD!!!
We were only in session for 7 weeks…CAN
YOU CALL THAT A RECORD?!?
Izaak Orlansky never slept for 7
weeks…IT’S A RECORD!!!
We had something like three days that
reached 90 degrees…It may not be a record, but it sure was
nice!!!
There are many ways in which summer
2007 was very special, and I’m sure there are even more ways in
which it was history making. There were also, as always, some ways
in which summer 2007 was very hard. These bumps in the road,
however, do not define us as a community. What defines us as a
community is the way in which we respond to these difficulties. Once
again, this year, the Shohola community responded to the difficulties
with unshakable joy and steadfast resolve. Once again I am very
proud to be associated with such fine people. Thank you!
As I look forward to our future, I feel
excitement. Where can we go from here? What can we accomplish?
What records can we still break, even after all these years? I can’t
wait to find out!
Thank you for another great one boys
and girls of La La Land. It was a blast.
SHOHOLA
FOREVER!!!!
THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!!
A special thank you to all the kitchen, maintenance, nannies, laundry, office, infirmary and camp store staff.
Without you Camp Shohola would not "function" like it does everyday.
Larry Aaronson
Mura Abd-El Maseih
Mariana Balcorta
Duncan Barger
Holly Barger
Alice Bayne
Maria Jose Cardenas
Elizabeth Carrera
Mariel Delgado
Anne Dilker
Tina Gerson
Tom Gibson
Cathy Gibsonsmith
Pavel Hait
Marnita Henderson
Jaime Johnson
Jiri Kozik
Kendal Lowe
Leticia Loyola
Blanca Martinez
Andrea Martinkova
George Meling
Katie Noland
Izaak Orlansky
Rob Paderofsky
Kenya Sollas
Rigel Sotelo
Dora Varga
Gary Werner
Kayaking
By: Juan Jose Jimenez, Working Senior
Kayaking is
definitely one of the best classes that you could take from the
waterfront. This month we did all sorts of fun things in the class,
like learning how do do water-exits, rolls, paddling to Blueberry
island, and going off the diving board in the kayak. This is
definitely a class worth taking. When I took kayaking for the first
time, even though I wasn't very good, I still thought that it was
one of the coolest things that I have done in my life. When I could
finally do all of my rolls, I stared to go white water kayaking and
surf kayaking on trips, which was some of the most fun that I have
had. These trips are only available if you take a kayaking class. So
if you want to take an XTRERME class, kayaking is for you.
Gold Rush!
By: Scott Perkins, W.S.
This
year was my first ever gold rush, 2007 being my second year here at
Shohola. I am very glad I got to organize it during my working
senior year. At the beginning, I had no idea what was going on.
Jorge came into our cabin one day during cabin cleanup, and got us
all together for a meeting. Now, I had no clue what gold rush was,
so when she started talking about organizing skits, getting
costumes, setting up the jail, and all that stuff, I was very
confused. Afterwards, everybody who knew about Gold Rush explained
it for those of us who didn't. All those jobs seemed like a lot of
work, especially now that I knew what we had to do for each of them.
The next day, we started doing our skits. I was not in the first
couple of skits, but I ended up being one of "Six Shooter
Sam's" deputies. My first skit was the shootout in the dining
hall, where the cops got back the mayor, and captured Paul
"Gentleman" Becker for his deserved hanging. The next
morning, we tried to hang Paul (and almost succeeded, literally),
but his bandits ambushed us on horses with guns. He escaped, but at
least we still had our beloved mayor, John Deere. After this skit,
the stage was set for gold rush. Our last skit was done the next
morning, but it wasn't serious. Juan Jo and Jose posed as Mexicans
trying to get across the border for some gold, and us police ended
up chasing them. I was ready for the real thing, now that all our
skits were done. While the rest of the camp was cleaning, we were
putting the finishing touches on everything. From the time the bell
rang during muster, until gold rush ended, I don't think i stopped
smiling. It was the most fun I've ever had at camp, and all the hard
work was definitely worth it. Gold rush was the highlight of my
Working Senior year.
International
Food Night (New York)
By: Kyle Schiff, W.S.
International
Food Night was an amazing opportunity to be able to try foods that
people eat in other countries. However, I am going to tell you about
International Food Night from the perspective of a New York cook. It
all started Saturday night, after dinner. We waited for the people
to clear out of the dining hall. Then we washed our hands, put on
some gloves, and the cooking began. We started out with the
cheesecake. We made both the mix and the crust at the same time. I
cooked with the counselors, as well as two other campers, until
about 9:20 at night. The cheesecakes were finished that night. The
next morning, we began the process of making bagels. We had to make
the dough and then boil the bagels before we could make the holes.
After this, we added different toppings, such as onions, poppy
seeds, sesame seeds, as well as all toppings combined to make
everything bagels. When those were finished, we waited until the
start of International Food Night to bring everything out and set up
the tables. We made the New York eggcreams - which consisted of
milk, seltzer water, and chocolate syrup - on the spot. Everything
went smoothly.
Camp
Shohola Skateboarding
By: Trey Dixon, W.S.
This month
in camp, skateboarding has really taken an effect on the kids and
all of them really want to try and not just goof around.
Skateboarding to me is like being able to just ride on your board
and just have fun with your friends while learning new things each
day. I have been skateboarding for about 10 years now and it has
really has affected my life and others as well. All the kids in the
class this month have improved more and more each day. They come to
class and they always want us to teach them something everyday. I
think it's safe to say skateboarding is here to stay for all boys
and girls all around the world.
Lifeguarding
By:
Elliott Williams, W.S.
I passed out of swimming 4 years
ago in cabin 5. The next year I wanted to do Lifeguard Training. The
class is lots of fun. There are only 4 campers in the class and all
of us love to swim. There is Paul Becker, Keenan McAuliffe , Victor
Honore, and I. Every B-Day Shinky teaches us how to save people's
lives if they are drowning. We learn CPR and the Heimlich Maneuver.
The class is really relaxed and is my favorite in camp this year.
Shohola
NBA season and PLAY OFFS
By: Trey Dixon, W.S.
The
4 teams that were in the NBA a were all very skillful in there own
little areas of play in the game. There was one team that seemed to
keep on
fighting
though and they still have not lost yet since the season begun. That
teams captain is Trey Dixon and the team consists of Paul, Trent,
Johny,
Billy, Julian, and Jake. The only bad thing is they are
starting to fall apart. Each game they seem to lose a little bit of
courage especially in the play offs.
They barely won the game in
over time to go to the finals. Everyone is asking do they have
enough energy left to be this year NBA champs.
They have to face The
Ballers to win and be announced champions. The Ballers team is run
by Sam Weinstock and yes, he is a beast at basketball.
So if have
time go to the last game of the season its going to be a close games
so come down and cheer both teams on.
Skateboarding
By:
Julian Smith, W.S.
To me, skateboarding is a passion or
a way of life. It displays confidence,ability and dedication in a
diverse way. The feeling of riding my skateboard is amazing. When
I'm upset or tired I can ride my skateboard and forget my problems.
I got into skateboarding by watching the X Games and just seeing
people around my way just skateboarding. I thought it was stupid at
first but when i did my first kick flip I was happy and wanted to do
it more. Over the years I have learned many different tricks
including flips and grinds and grabs and just other fun tricks.
There are many different types of skateboarding including vert,
street or flat ground. My style of skating is street. I like it
because there are many different varieties of tricks and combos.
Vert is done on a half pipe, and is used to get lots of speed and
time for big spin tricks and grabs. Flatground is very tricky with
complex flip tricks and making the skateboard turn in different
directions. Over the years skateboarding has dramatically changed my
life and the life of others. It keeps me out of trouble and it makes
me happy everyday. I love skateboarding and I encourage people to
try it. I also have made lots of new friends skateboarding. When you
have a gang of skaters going big and having fun, nothing can go
wrong. Nobody really understand the point of skateboarding until you
get good at it. Once you're good, it can be really easy. I think
that if you start skateboarding you will definitely get hooked and
fall in love with it. When you progress, tricks become easier and
you learn more variations and combos. One of my favorite skaters is
Stevie Williams. He is my inspiration and he takes skateboarding and
helps out other people. He gives to charity and makes new skate
parks. Now skateboarding has gone world wide and it's helping our
world come closer together. People make new friends, support other
countries and spread skateboarding. Another skater, Mike V has gone
to many different countries such as Africa to spread skateboarding
and get more people into it. He has raised money to build skate
parks. At Shohola all of the ramps were hand made. That's a very big
project to make an entire skate park with just planks of wood and
metal. In the skateboarding class there is not a teacher but its
just a class to chill and skate with your friends. Next year if I
get invited back I would be happy to actually teach the art of
skateboarding and try and improve the skate park. Me and my friends
have even made a skate team, which consists of 5 riders. A skate
team is just a company that sponsors skateboarders and sells
products like skateboards, shoes, shirts, pants or whatever else you
can think of. Another good aspect of skateboarding is if you get
good enough, you could get sponsored. When you get sponsored you can
get free gear and get paid and live good. At first it can be rough
but if you keep skateboarding and get tricks done you could be a
legend. Some skaters are good yet they only do it for the money. To
me skateboarding is about fun but no doubt i would like to ride my
skateboard for 2 million dollars. For example, there is a
skateboarder named Bam Margera, who is an excellent skateboarder but
he just does it for money. Also since he got his own show on MTV he
doesn't have to ride a skateboard for the rest of his life. Bam's
sponsors keep him on the teams because all of his products sell very
well and brings in lots of money. I would love to be a skateboarder
for a living because I could do what I love to do and make a career
out of it. I'd get to travel to different places and skate with
different people. In conclusion, it's funny how a piece of wood and
a turning system make so many people so happy...
NBA
By: Jake Berman, W.S.
This
week in the upper camp NBA, it was the playoffs. My team, the Stealth
Ninja Polar Bears faced off against Juan Jo's, TGPK. The game went into
overtime,
but the Stealth Ninja Polar Bears came out on top. In the second game,
Sam Weinstock's Brooklyn Ballers team faced off against Sam Donnefeld's
the
Not Forgotten The Red Barons. Sam Weinstock's team blew away the
competition. So in the championship it will be Trey Dixon's Stealth
Ninja Polar Bears against
Sam Weinstock's Brooklyn Ballers.
Starbucks
Est.2007
By:
Kyle Egan, Cabin 11
Starbucks is a secret that has been
kept among a select number of people until now. It is a meeting
place behind Cabin 11, next to the ATV trail down to the hockey
court. Built on July 22, it has survived until now. Starbucks was
first built for the purpose of reading the seventh Harry Potter book
without distraction. We built a table and put chairs around it. Drew
Morisson built a very comfortable chair out of big stones. On that
same day, we came up with the name Starbucks with the first letter
as the Shohola S. Pretty much the only rule is to not tell anyone
about Starbucks to avoid overcrowding. People have to find it
themselves. Starbucks has turned into a place where you can talk
about anything and even eat during meals on the hill. Don't worry,
Starbucks will be back in a different place next year.
Classe
De Musica
By:
Gabe Stone Shayer, Cabin 13
During
my time a Shohola, first month I did art, kayaking, and many other
things that I done before. Then I was reminded that camp is for
doing things that you probably don't get a chance to do at home. So
I thought, why not music class except I don't play an instrument.
Thats when I thought even harder, and said "oh wait I have a
voice". So I just had to learn how to use it and with the help
of Kirk McAuliffe and Brian Loeper I grasped a new unknown
talent[for me]. In music class it is not just learning a song and
doing it. We learn different pitches and how to take breaths
correctly[for vocals]. It was also very hard to"come out of my
shell" [as said by Kirk at campfire]. It is pretty scary to
sing full out to people who will critic you, but me as a dancer
should be use to that cause thats the business. Watching the other
kids in the class talking back and forth about b's g's and f sharps
shows me how much I don't know compared to the other students, but
thats OK. I think it's cool that they are able to store all that
information in there minds including the teachers which amazes me.
The music class also includes more than just learning it is very fun
sing along with the teachers makes me feel included in class and in
Camp Shohola. That es el classe de musica.
Gold
Rush
By:
Elliott Williams, W.S.
Gold Rush takes place on the last
Sunday of camp every other year. This year I was fortunate enough
that I was a Working Senior during Gold Rush. For a week and a half,
my fellow Working Seniors and I planned skits, printed money, and
put gold in the creek. We also set up a courthouse and a jail. Then
after weeks of work, the day finally arrived. I greased up my hair
and put on a tacky suit to become Elliott "The Shark"
Williams, Defense Attorney. The other Working Seniors became
bandits, cops, drunks, or many other things. The mayor, John Deere
gave a speech and the Gold Rush started. For a half hour it was
complete chaos. Bandits were stealing, miners were prospecting, cops
were arresting, and Sam "The Mormon" Donnenfeld and I
screamed at each other trying to get our client either free or in
jail (Depending on how much money they gave us). It was one of the
most fun moments of my life. I can not wait till 2009 for the next
Gold Rush.
Nature
Trips
By:
Elliott Williams, W.S.
Every
Tuesday, George and Reade take a van of campers to a waterfall or a
forest or a nice niche in the woods. The trips are always really
relaxing.
George points out flowers and bugs and other beautiful creatures. Other
times we go swimming in a waterfall. Reade lifeguards while the campers
sit
underneath the waterfall. Every week I am so excited to go on another
trip. I hope that if I become a counselor next year i could help George
out.
Classical
Concert Series At CommTech
By:
Kyle Egan, Cabin 11
This
is one of the new things at Camp Shohola this year. The three day
concert brings the talent of counselors out on the classical guitar.
The performance is broadcast live on the Internet and the radio.
Campers watch from the back of the veranda while chowing down on
great snacks. It goes on during 6th Period, which is a great time
because it gives you some rest after a very tiring days of periods.
Gold
Rush
By: Juan Jose Jimenez & Jose Miguel Zavala, W.S.
Gold
rush fue una experiencia que nunca olvidaremos, aunque tuvimos que
trabajar mucho para organizarlo, nos quedo muy padre y valio la pena
cada segundo de nuestro esfuerzo. Esos 25 minutos de que nos
persiguieran unos locos con esposas fueron los mas divertidos que
hemos vivido en todos los anios que hemos estado en el camp (9 y 2)
Todo empezo cuando nuestro counselor uso nuestro Cabin Night para
planear esto, todos nos enojamos porque la perdimos, pero no
sabiamos que prepararlo es muy divertido. Nos dividimos los trabajos
y tomabamos cualquier tiempo libre parapreparar el evento.
Poner la cuerdita atraves del rio, limpiar la carcel, pintar
piedritas (y nuestros zapatos tambien) y aventarlas al agua entre
otras cosas; suena a mucha flojera y aburricion, pero la neta estuvo
divertidisimo.Esperamos poder vivir otro Gold Rush, ya no lo haremos
como campers ni como organizadores, pero vamos a poder divertirnos
viendo como lo hacen otras generaciones.
Music/Band
By:
Keenan McAuliffe, Cabin 15
Music class is a really
chilled out class. Although it may seem as if it's a hard one to do,
it's pretty simple stuff. First, you pick a song that works with the
talent level of the band. Next, just get music and start rehearsing.
After awhile of practicing, you start to get the song down. We have
a good time with jokes and just jamming around on whatever is
around. When we get the music down and it sounds good, we put on a
performance. We show off what we spent lots of time on and give the
crowd a show they'll be raving about for days. I, from experience,
know the exhilarating feeling of going onto stage and having the
crowd be all for you and cheering and yelling for you to play well.
It's quite the experience. And if you're saying to yourself, "I
can't play an instrument, but I want to join that class," don't
worry, if you want to learn guitar, the teachers at band class can
teach you. If you saw him before, you know how Brian Loeper owns at
guitar, and can teach you the way of the strings and frets, as well
as other instruments. So try the music class, it's a bunch of fun,
and a great learning experience.
Outdoor
Cooking
By: Kyle Schiff, W.S.
Are
you looking for some fun? Do you like to eat food and play with
fire? Well, I have good news for you if you do. It's called Outdoor
Cooking. No other class has food, fire, and fun all in one. You get
to sit around a fire with a group of friends and enjoy a nice day,
or even a rainy day because Outdoor Cooking is rain or shine. You
make all kinds of foods from normal meal type foods to deserts and
snacks. One of my favorite treats to make in the breakfast Outdoor
Cooking class is the baked apples. You scoop out a funnel in the
apple and inside it, you add some butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
Once it is done, you can add more brown sugar on top to make it even
better. My next favorite is what we like to call "Scramlets",
which is an attempted omelet that ends up looking like half omelet
and half scrambled egg. Inside the scramblet is a variety of
toppings, such as peppers, onions, pieces of ham, mushrooms, and
cheese. We also get the chance to make blueberry, strawberry,
chocolate chip, or even marshmallow pancakes, as well as donut
snakes and pigs in a blanket. But Outdoor Cooking is not mainly
about the food. It's about sitting around a fire and enjoying camp
with friends. Mainly, it's all about having fun.
Street
Hockey By: Nick Mower, Cabin 14
Street hockey and roller hockey are two activities have been fun to do
from month to month. The class is really quite fun when you have enough
players to really get it going.
1st month we had 20 kids in both UC and LC street hockey and because of
this the class went smoothly because you always had enough kids to do
whatever the kids chose
to do. In class, usually we scrimmage but for the first few days you
will practice skills and do a few drills. These drills will encompass
working on your shooting, passing,
defense, and offense since these are the basic aspects of the game. One
of the activities that we play that I look forwards to is when we play
a game that involves the counselors
and working seniors firing balls at kids as they attempt to get from
one side of the court to the other. This game sounds dangerous at first
but by the time your done all you want
to do is play again. This is really all we do in street hockey but
roller hockey is a little different. Roller Hockey is fun because you
will play with kids on all different levels of
abilities and some kids don't have skates and so when you scrimmage you
have kids on a skates trying to get past kids on feet and it ends up
being really fun at the end with
everyone just messing around and talking about hockey.
A Few Words About Arts&Crafts
By: Andrea Martinkova, Internationale Staff
I would like to tell you what I really like about Camp Shohola. I can
say that every year is very different. Different kids and different
staff always become big family.
This
is what makes me come back. I used to work in the laundry and I am
grateful now to be doing counselor work. I am teaching some subjects in
Arts & Crafts
and
I can say that I really enjoy it. There is always big fun in Arts &
Crafts. We have very small kids and they need a lot of attention, but
finally when they get
going
it is a big satisfaction. This class is not only funny, but also
special because we have there special visitors - nannies Jamie,
Mora,Blanca and their children to watch;
Takoda,
Ann, Ethan and Nate. This is very amazing how children can get involved
in Arts & Crafts class. Every child is very enthusiastic and has an
astonishing imagination.
I
think that children have what a lot of adult people usually do not have
and this is fantasy. When we grow up we lose it when we face reality. I
guess that everybody here
at
Camp Shohola has it, that is why I like it here so much. There is a big
fun and there could be no fun without imagination. One thing I really
could not forget is when
Oscar
Bayne came to me after a finished class and said that he is searching
for a small green pencil, so I started to look for it too. Can you
imagine how many pencils
there
are in Arts & Crafts? But still we could not find the right one.
Also Ann Bayne came to help us. Finally we got it. This was close to
pottery's machines. I was so
surprised
and happy of Oscar's joy. I thought that it was just a common green
pencil, but I was completely wrong. It was a special pencil with Camp
Shohola marks
and
Oscar really liked this. And there was another point. I realized what a
pencil could mean to child. Adult people usually do not care too much
if they lost something.
They
just think that it is no problem when they lost the pencil, well they
can get it in each store, right? I think that we should take an example
from children and try to
be
more properly. I would like to add that I really appreciate a patience
of children when I am speaking English language and I appreciate Cara`s
and all
Arts & Crafts staff - Isla, Matt, Andrew, Tess patience with me as well.
Gold
Rush
By: Kyle Schiff, W.S.
Gold
Rush was an amazing event. But preparing for it and the skits that
we prepared, I thought, were better than Gold Rush itself. We set up
skits during the meals or at muster. One of the skits, which was my
favorite, was when the Mexicans tried to cross the border to be able
to participate in the Gold Rush and when the police tried to run
after them. Another good skit was when the bandits rushed into the
dining hall and held up a bar that we set up using the kitchen
table. Elliott Williams was shot, using ketchup as blood, fell to
the ground while the head bandit, Paul Becker, jumped the counter
and stole the gold. There was one more skit that everyone liked.
After E.J. Frankel was kidnapped in a previous skit, he ran into the
dining hall during the new skit and acted as if he had escaped the
bandits. But the bandits came in about twenty seconds after him,
holding him at gunpoint, but not before the cops came. There was a
violent shootout which took place from behind the salad bar and by
the double doors of the dining hall. The bandits escaped, all but
one, Paul Becker. He was captured and later sentenced to death by
hanging, which was interrupted in another skit. The preparation
period which took place the week before Gold Rush was fun as well,
at least to me. We had to spray paint rocks gold, set up sections in
the creek for each cabin to mine in. Creating the jail was hard work
but it turned out nice. All in all, everything turned out well and
it was a successful Gold Rush.
The Argus Story
By Max Getler Cabin 11, 2007!
Jonathan
was in pain. He had tried to escape once again from his barracks and
was shocked by his electrical collar. "Dang!", he moaned as he rolled
over. After his shock, the M.P.s of the prison came running out and
dragged him back inside. Later, he was awakened from his cold, steel
bed with a splash of cold water and strong, muscular arms. Jonathan was
not a small seventeen year old. He was borderline six feet and weighed
180 pounds of toned but starved muscle. His masked attackers dragged
his bulk off his perch and onto the hard ground and dragged him down a
hallway for several minutes, all the while he screamed and fought. One
of the masked marauders smashed a nightstick over his head he was
enveloped by darkness. When Jonathan awoke he was lying on his bed. He
felt a soreness in his hands. He found that there were small electrical
jacks embedded in his hand. "What are these? Ow!", he said as a small
flame erupted from his hands. Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to
the ground and stuffed his hands into his skimpy robe. As he walked to
the front of his small, 8' by 10' cell block, he was confronted by his
totalitarian military guards. "Hey you, what do you think your doing!
Get back!", the M.P. yelled as he slapped the bars of his cell with his
taser stick. "How did I get in this mess?", Jonathan thought to himself
as he pulled at his shock collar, being careful of the holes in his
hands. Slowly, he allowed himself to remember his past.
A
jocund young couple was strolling around a plateau filled with animals
and exotic plants. Jonathan ran beside them. At that moment he said
aloud, "Mama, Papa, I'm so happy to be here! Thank you for taking me to
the Galatic Zoo!" His father replied, "Anytime my dear, I'm just so
glad to be here as a-." The conversation was curtailed by loud
staccatos of gun and laser fire. Jonathan remembered his father and
mother screaming, "Run! Come Jonathan!", and his father picking him up
in his arms. The terrified family ran deeper and deeper into the forest
as the reports of warfare grew closer and closer. Soon Jonathan felt
his head swim as a loud explosion was initiated nearby. "Oh my god!
Help me!" Jonathan's mother screamed as she fell, her foot trapped by a
thick root. Jonathan's father's head snapped around and he put Jonathan
under a tangle of roots and firmly told him to stay put. Jonathan's
father sprinted back to his mum and had barely freed her when a platoon
of Galactic Shock Troopers landed their Armored Personnel Carrier in
front of their path of escape. All the while, a heavily armored marine
trained his mounted Anti-Personnel Weapon on the quivering bodies in
front of him. Jonathan recalled hearing a hiss as the doors of the
craft opened and a towering shock trooper jumped out with a clunk as
his armor cushioned his landing. The large trooper raised his weapon
and ordered Jonathan's parents into the APC and it quickly took off,
sending a cloud of dust into the air, blinding Jonathan.
Jonathan,
realizing he was alone, rolled himself into a ball and started crying.
As he was crying a small group of men stalked into the clearing, their
blood-smeared bodies protected by the large guns they wielded. Quickly,
they walked over to Jonathan and picked him up, almost smothering him
with their flowing garments and firm grips. "Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm" Jonathan
screamed into the shoulder of the man who picked him up. As silently as
they came, the men crept back into the undergrowth. After several
hours, they exited the jungle. By this time, Jonathan was quieted by
the growling hunger growing in him. Suddenly, he heard a "Thud" and saw
to his left, that one of the accompanying men appeared to stumble and
then fall to the ground, a small pool of blood instantly forming on his
shirt. "Run! Defensive Positions!", the man carrying Jonathan yelled
before he too was struck down by the hidden assailants. As Jonathan
fell to the ground, he watched the remaining soldiers mercilessly get
cut down. After what seemed to be hours, a platoon of patrolling
Galactic Shock Troops exited their ambush positions and walked over to
the kill site to check for survivors. The enemy troops saw Jonathan and
roughly picked him up, swearing at him and laughing at his misfortune.
Then they applied a chemical, concealed in a mask, to his face and he
was quickly consumed by artificial drowsiness. That was all Jonathan
could remember of his past.
Jonathan
was dragged into the present when he was called to the cell block
opening. His summoner was a greatly deformed man in a white lab coat.
The man called to Jonathan, "Jonathan, subject 4561? Come here please!"
"Yes?", Jonathan replied, carefully hiding the new assets in his hands.
"Come, we must be going you scum.", the man said snobbishly. "Yes
sir.", the boy answered. The deformity in a lab coat attached a chain
to Jonathan's shock collar and led him through the building into a
large white room with various medical tools and computers. "Come, boy,
stand in the center of the room." Jonathan silently replied and a few
minutes after he had reached the center, a large machine gracefully
lowered itself from the ceiling until the tip was aimed at Jonathan's
face. Before Jonathan could react, a blinding blue light scanned over
him and the results started to read onto the deformation's computer.
The
man in the lab coat walked over to Jonathan and stated, "Hello subject
4561. My name is Doctor Kimmel. I am the Galatic Fleet's authority on
rebels and how to exterminate them. You see, I became so dedicated to
this job when I was doing service as a Galatic Marine when I was
attacked and burned on the edge of the Suplenian desert by a vengeful
rebel with a flamethrower. When I was lying there, my skin scarred and
blackened, I swore I would remove from existence any filth opposing the
government."
"I-I
am not a rebel." Jonathan replied. "I know, but, you were raised as a
slave, and I have read your physical results and I think I have an idea
for your future.", Kimmel retorted. "You see, the Galactic Government
is in need for a new weapon in their fight against the rebels. I
suggested subjecting a human to various medical procedures and
surgeries in an attempt to create a literal super soldier. My first
adjustment to you was to add those miniature flamethrowers in your
hand. As you may have noticed, you can control them by thought, but
they feed off your energy, so I wouldn't go overboard with them.
"What is my role in this? I can't just go around killing innocents!", Jonathan firmly replied.
"Ah,
you ignorant boy, you do not understand, you have no choice. Now stand
still." Kimmel then reached over and pressed a green control box,
instantly, a large claw dropped from the ceiling before Jonathan could
protest, picked him up and dropped him onto what appeared to be a
surgical table. "Help! Help me!" Jonathan yelled half-heartedly,
knowing he had no choice. "Now, first I am going to alter your brain
with a aggressive hormone, hopefully, this won't drive you insane, but
if worst comes to worst, I have plenty more subjects." With that, the
Doctor injected a dose of green liquid into Jonathan's arm. Jonathan's
immediate response to the powerful drug in his system was to try and
fight it off. Realizing he was failing, he slowly succumbed to it and
fell into a deep comatose sleep.
Jonathan
slowly woke up to find himself in a soft, warm bed and a large silk
pillow underneath his head. "Where am I?" he called out. A vaguely
familiar voice called out, "You are in the rest and recuperation
center, subject 4561. The chemical reaction in your brain went very
smoothly. Now when you are backed into a corner, you will literally
come out swinging. Impressive, eh?" stated a satisfied Doctor Kimmel.
"I don't really feel different, am I done with the procedure?" asked a
quizzical Jonathan. "Yes, you are, with that phase of the operation.
Next we will enhance your physical fitness and start you in a Martial
Arts regimen. I will allow you two days of rest which starts now." With
that, the unseen Kimmel's voice vanished and Jonathan sat upright in
his bed. Jonathan left the comfort of his bed with the intent to find
some new clothes, hoping they would replace his skimpy robe. His hopes
were satisfied when he found various new clothes in an old fashioned
metal closet. When Jonathan was fully outfitted in a loose, red-hooded
outfit, he opened a small door in his meager abode and walked out.
The
first thing that greeted Jonathan when he left his large dormitory was
an unfamiliar warmth. To his amazement it was the sun, unfiltered and
completely in the raw. Jonathan stood there for several moments,
savoring its free heat. He hadn't felt the warmth of the sun in a very
long time. As Jonathan siphoned in his surroundings, he realized that
he was in a densely wooded areas. Jonathan uncovered a small dirt trail
and started to meander down it. About a mile along the path he came
upon a bloody, torn open elk carcass. Jonathan, quickly side-stepped it
when he heard a deafening roar. He immediately jumped back and broke
off a nearby branch, wielding it dangerously. Suddenly, a large
mountain-lion pranced into the clearing, it's deafening roars making
Jonathan's eardrums taut. Jonathan considering his options raised his
stick a little higher, hoping to scare it away. Seeing this movement,
the enraged lion pounced, only to be smashed aside by Jonathan's
branch. The dazed lion quickly got to it's feet and lunged at Jonathan.
This time, Jonathan was too slow in defending himself and the mountain
lion raked his claws over Jonathan's back, making him stagger in pain.
Jonathan slowly stumbled, meagerly raising the branch as an improvised
defense. As the Mountain Lion began circling his wounded prey, Jonathan
yelled in a failed attempt to scare it away. The Mountain Lion jumped
and knocked Jonathan on his back, knocking his stick far out of his
reach. The Lion quickly scrambled on top of Jonathan, pinning his legs
and lower body beneath it's powerful limbs. The Lion started to roar as
if to prove it's superiority, all the while Jonathan weakly swiped for
his branch. Noting it was futile, the branch was out of reach. Jonathan
prepared for the worst. With a defiant scream, the lion snapped its
head downward, its canines extended, expectant for human flesh. As a
last feeble attempt to defend himself, Jonathan weakly raised his hands
over his head and closed his eyes waiting to be claimed by death.
Suddenly Jonathan felt his hands start to burn and he opened his eyes
to see a burst of flame engulf the Mountain Lion. The burning feline
cried in pain before it slowly fell, a flaming corpse. Jonathan quietly
stared at his hands in amazement before he crumpled to the ground,
unconscious from exertion. When Jonathan regained consciousness he
found himself in the bed supplied to him by Dr. Kimmel. Kimmel's
infamous voice boomed from hidden speakers, "Ah you're awake? When I
noticed you hadn't come back I sent out a search party. They found you
unconscious next to a dead Mountain Lion. Congratulations. I
underestimated you. It seems you can control the flamethrowers in your
hands much easier than we expected. As you unintentionally discovered,
you have to be able to rationalize the flames, otherwise they will
drain your energy. Because of your wounds I am going to upload your
brain with modern and ancient knowledge of reading and writing. That
will allow you an extra day or two to rest before you learn to fight
without weapons.", emphasized a satisfied Kimmel. With that a clear
covering enveloped Jonathan, and he was drugged to sleep. When Jonathan
awoke, he was lying on a surgical table. He was surrounded by several
doctors, Kimmel included. "Hello 4561. How are you feeling?", an
official looking doctor asked. "I'm feeling a bit woozy and my vision
is a bit blurry.", replied a tired Jonathan. "Those are very common
side-effects of this procedure. I can guarantee that they are
temporary.", answered another of the various doctors. With that, a
doctor raised a small book and flipped open to a random page. He held
it above Jonathan and asked him to read a few lines. With ease,
Jonathan read aloud "The dog's teeth gleamed white in the moonlight."
This instantly revoked positive comments from the crowded doctors. The
satisfied group then left the room and soon only Kimmel and Jonathan
remained. "I am personally glad to see that you are fine. I was worried
that all the time we had invested was for naught."
"Yes,
I am feeling fine and my wounds have been healed perfectly, thanks to
your various machines, I'm assuming?", replied a obsolete Jonathan.
"You
have guessed correctly enough. We used the most advanced technology to
heal your various wounds. You will be a bit sore but I think it is time
to start your hand-to-hand defense training." At the conclusion of the
conversation, Jonathan slowly sat upright and pulled away from the
recesses of his bed. Doctor Kimmel grasped Jonathan's shoulder and lead
him along yet another hallway. When they stopped, it was in front of a
large red door with a massive lock on it. As he was herded inside, he
noticed that there were various black robed men standing around the
room. Covering the floor was a soft, white mat. As he was lead to the
center of the room, a large, robed man stepped forward to greet Kimmel.
"How are you, my friend?", stated the surprised man.
"I am fine Ishmael. And yourself?", replied Kimmel as he embraced him in a strong hug.
"I
am well, who is this young man?", asked a quizzical Ishmael. "This is
subject 4561, we are unsure of his name.", stated Doctor Kimmel.
"My name is Jonathan.", the tall boy interjected.
"Ah,
nice to meet you Jonathan. I am Ishmael. I am here to teach you several
martial arts, including Kung-Fu, Tae-Kwon-Do, Ju-Juitsu and Judo.",
stated the black-robed man. "I see you two have started off well. Very
well, I must be off.", said a satisfied Doctor Kimmel. With that,
Kimmel left through the large barred door. When Ishmael was sure he
left, he leaned over and quietly spoke into Jonathan's ear. "Bit of a
strict one isn't he? Don't worry, you will find I am hardly a stickler
for the luxuries he fancies. All I will ask for is your best efforts.",
the heavy man whispered. In reply Jonathan chuckled " I can see that
already. When may we start my training?"
"Unfortunately
for you.", stated an apologetic Ishmael, "your training starts now!"
With that, Ishmael swung his body forward and out of the corner of his
eye, Jonathan noticed a closed fist speeding toward him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The Last Chance
By: Nick Mower, Cabin 14
As
Daniel was washing his mother's car during her afternoon nap, his
younger sister sat beside him with tears streaming down her face as if
it were the end of the world for her. This was normal for the sixteen
year-old boy, for he was usually the only one in the house capable of
running a family. His father was always the perfect business man and
worked to keep the family running. Daniel, being the one to run the
house, got paid to do his chores everyday, and looked after his sister
while the afternoon withered away. For him, this was the perfect day to
go out with friends and go to the neighborhood pool, but he was stuck
here with the others. A couple of hours later, his father came home
from work and didn’t even bother to say hello to anyone, but
rather went to the kitchen, got something to eat, and slammed the door
of his office to keep out the unwanted pests. Daniel's mother had
already made dinner, but had not bothered to tell anybody it was there.
So as he walked towards the kitchen, he picked up his baby sister, put
her at the table's high chair, and grabbed a bite before he wandered
upstairs and left the baby there for his mother to deal with. Like his
father, he was infuriated, but by two different situations. He had been
handed the most waste last summer and said to have fun while doing the
chores shoved in his face. He went to bed that night thinking of all
the things that would make his summer the best. Water slides, ice
cream, parties, and friends traveled in circles going deeper and deeper
into his conscience until he softly fell asleep. The next morning, he
woke to the sound of his alarm, but by his surprise, he was not woken
by his sister's cry in the next room He was pleased, but had less time
to do the chores he needed. He went downstairs in the midst of silence,
ate his breakfast, and went to his mom's room to check the chores list.
For some reason, the list had not been updated since yesterday, but the
list was now on the floor and stomped on with a footprint on top. This
seemed suspicious to him because Daniel's mom had always been the neat
freak of the house. Why would there be a paper on the floor? Why would
she of all people step on it and not pick it up? Questions raced
through his head until he had to sit down and regain his true
conscience. He knew that his mom was working part-time at the
Laundromat, and his dad was pulling the double shift today, which would
be Thursday, but where was the baby? Daniel raced upstairs to the room
adjacent to his, and found the room ransacked, and the bookshelves torn
apart with baby books thrown onto the ground. What was happening to
him? He thought to call the police, but what would they think of him?
“Hello, someone broke into my house and stole some baby books,
stepped on a piece of paper, and ran away.” He would sound like a
crazy man and they would probably get mad at him for wasting their
time. He had to act natural because whoever came in to the house might
still be here. He went around the house in search of whoever was there
until he was satisfied there was no one there. He then went through a
lazy day of eating ice cream and watching T.V. until it hit 3:00. He
started to get worried because this would be the late time for her if
she got stuck in traffic. No phone calls were made. No information was
given. Something must be wrong. As Daniel was trying to calm himself
down, he pondered on the thought of a kidnapping, but in the town of
Cedar City, nothing happened. It was odd to him that something so big
would happen so suddenly. All he would have to do was wait for his dad
to come home, and he would deal with it. So, Daniel waited on the front
porch intently watching every car that drove by his house. Nothing was
seen. He waited until 11:00 at night without sign of a single family
member. Now
Daniel knew something was up. He ran inside to the phone to call his
aunt. If there was something going on, she would know. As he picked up
the phone, there was no tone. He tried again and still there was no
tone. He dialed 911 and then waited for a ring, but still nothing. This
then made his blood race through his body until he had to sit down
again because of all the confusion. This gave him more time to think
about the situation. He asked himself as many questions as he could
think of as if he were in a police interrogation. He still could not
figure out any other situation except for a miraculous disappearance.
This disturbed Daniel greatly because the night before had not been the
greatest for the family. They were now separated from each other and
nothing mattered more to Daniel than to save his family. Daniel
immediately went two miles down the road on his bicycle going towards
the police station. He had never really biked for so long of a journey
before, but this time it was serious. He had to get to the police
station and tell them everything he knew before something worse
happened. All of a sudden, a car pulled out in front of him, and before
he could see what was happening, rammed right into Daniel and sent him
over the top of the car into the cold, wet blacktop. Before Daniel
could get up, he was dragged into the vehicle, blindfolded, and taken
away with no hesitation. He could feel the pain flaming all over his
body and could hear the voices in the background talking about what to
do with the boy. He then heard the breaks squeal to a sudden halt and
he was unloaded up the stairs where he was put in a chair and tied
tightly. They then took off the blindfold and showed the pitch black
room with only one light hovering over his head. He could not see the
kidnappers, but could tell that there was more than one of them by the
different voices circling in the air. He could smell the smoke of a
cigarette and saw the orange of the tip light up in the darkness. He
asks one question to the interrogators. "Where am I?" asks Daniel in a
very sweet way. "SHUT UP YOU STUPID CHILD!!" said one of the men in the
darkness. He could tell the voice had an accent to it, more or less,
but could not make out the origin. He sat there listening to the
conversation for what felt like hours until one of the men came out of
the darkness and stared Daniel right in the face. He was a tall,
slender man and was the one that he could see the cigarette form
before. The puff of smoke floated up Daniel's nose until he could not
breathe anymore, and passed out on the hard, cold chair. It was hours
before he woke up again, but not by himself, but by the hunger dwelling
in the bottomless pit given to him. He was starving and needed
something to eat. He opened his eyes, and was back home in his house.
He started to think the whole thing was just a dream, but he still had
the scratches from the accident. So many questions were asked, but he
could not answer them. Why would the kidnappers take his family, and
leave him for himself? Who was doing this? The most important question
raced through his head; Why? He then raced to the kitchen, got out a
soup can, and made a meal as fast as possible. He then tried so hard to
relax by watching T.V., and ended up softly falling to sleep by the
smell of the broth coming form the soup. The next morning was the
hardest for Daniel because he had nothing to do once again, and had no
one to be with him for the rest of the day. He had to get closer to
finding his family. He knew that he could not go outside, but there had
to be another way. He had an idea. There was a cell phone in his mom's
room that she always had for emergencies. Well, so far, he thought this
was an emergency. He walked to his mom's room, rummaging through what
felt like a million drawers before he found the phone. He immediately
tried to call his aunt because for some reason he was scared to call
the police. The phone rang three times and was eventually picked up by
a man whose voice he did not recognize. "Hello?" asked the strange
voice. "Who is this?" asked Daniel in a questionative voice. "It
doesn't matter, Daniel, you will know soon enough" and then there was a
long pause until he finally said," I have your parents and your baby
sister with me at the moment, and am currently taking care of your
aunt. I need you to do me a favor, I need $100,000.00 by the end of the
week or your family will not live to see another day. "What have you
done to my parents!" he asked in an angry voice that almost surprised
himself. He then heard the phone hang up and a recording go on with the
timing and the date that the money should be given. The voice tells him
that there should be no phone calls made to any other relatives, or to
the police because of the tracing that was left on the phone. He then
dropped the phone on the ground, smashes it with a broomstick nearby,
and walked out of the house. As he sat on his front porch watching the
cars go by, he started to plot what to do in return to the kidnapping.
As he watched all the smiles around him and saw the other people having
a normal life, it makes him mad down to his bones and infuriated by the
situation. He then he remembered the footprint on the paper, and went
to check it out more because he had not really looked at it clearly
before. He entered the room and looked straight down on the floor. He
saw the shoe print of a track shoe and noticed that is walking into the
room, not out. He then found more mud footprints going towards the
window leading towards the roof. As he followed the trail, he looked on
the back of the paper, and there was an address. This was the company
in Utah that was about a half an hour away, and would take hours to
even bike. He thought that this had something to do with the
kidnapping, but what? He
made one phone call, which was risky, but called a cab to take him to
the address. While he was waiting, he picked up the money he had and
set out towards the front of the house. The cab had not yet started to
honk its horn at the house, but he needed to go quickly. As the cab was
driving down the road, he again thought of all the happy people that
were living normal lives while he was out to find his missing family.
The cab had stopped, and the man was telling him to get out of the car.
Daniel paid him almost half of what he had from his chore money, and
set off into the building. As he rounded the corner of the building, he
could see the guards standing outside of the building. He backed up for
a second, and looked from his left to his right until he found a ladder
coming from the top of the building and was about two feet away. He
looked up the ladder and saw that there was no one there. He climbed
the ladder without a sound. He got to the top and could hear a sound
coming from the inside. He looked towards the sunroof or the factory,
and saw that there was an open window with noises coming out from
inside. He walked over to see inside and saw there were a man and three
henchman sitting around three people. Those three people were his mom,
dad, and aunt. The one person he did not see, but could hear the cry
from was his baby sister. He overheard the conversation. "When shall we
go after the boy?" said the man on the left covering his dad. "When the
time is right, and when he comes to us." said the man from the room he
had seen before. Daniel had known now he had done the wrong thing when
he heard that part because he had come to them. When he heard this, he
had to figure out what to do. There was a vent to the left of him and a
ladder to the right leading down into the room which held his family.
He had to choose quickly because his family's lives were held in his
hands. As he was climbing across the vents and through the maze that
lay in front of him, he realized he did not know where he was going and
did not have a plan if he reached there. He had watched the movies, and
knew that each vent branched off to a different room and had a
different switch to turn it off. He then thought that if he got to the
control room before anything happened, he could shut off the power in
the place for a while to get the guards off their train of thought. He
then would go in and rescue his family while still having the power
off. Then, he would get out of the place as fast as possible, and then
find a way home. It was perfect. All he had to do was find the control
room. He must have been in the vents for almost three hours before he
found the control room with three guards around the screen. He had not
thought of this yet, but rather sat there and demised what to do next.
As he had seen in the movies, he lowered through the rafters, and
lowered down to the floor. He then sneaked outside the control room and
started to knock on the door he had just escaped from. His plan started
to take effect when he heard footsteps come to the door, and a man open
up as if he had not a care. "Can I help you?" said the man in a deep
voice. Daniel did not know what to do from there, so he started to
stutter until his mind thought something up. "The boss would like to
have a word with you three on the new technology coming in from Sears."
said Daniel as his body shook with fear. "Hey guys!" said the man to
the other two persons, "The new software is in for the surveillance
videos!” Right then and there, the other two men turned their
heads from the screen, got up, and walked towards the doorway to meet
up with the other man. They were much more muscular than the man that
answered the door, but were very familiar. These were the two men he
had seen before in the room his parents were in. This then told Daniel
there were not many henchmen for the job because they were double
tasking. This made it easier for him because there were not as many
people to distract. As the men were walking down the hallway, he found
out what all of the controls meant and how to do the stuff he needed.
He shut down the power in the main entrance, then the security room,
and then the storage room. Then, he looked into the camera and saw that
the lights were still on in the room of his family. He then read the
screen for the description and found he needed the main storage room.
He looked through the controls until he found the one that said Main
Storage Room, flipped the cover up, and shut the power down. The screen
went black and so did the others. He had now shut down every power cell
in the building, and now knew the plan was in motion. He opened the
door of the control room, and sneaked out down the hallway until he
found a man with a flashlight around the corner. He froze for a second,
and now had ducked behind a door straight before the light had flashed
on him. As the light dimmed away, he raced down the hallway for what
seemed like another light at the end. As he turned back, he could see
the other man racing after him in a frantic way. Since Daniel’s
eyes were adjusted to the darkness by now, he saw the hallway coming up
on the end. He turned sharply, and went around the corner. As the man
behind him came up, Daniel stuck his leg out and tripped him before he
saw him. As the man fell to the floor, Daniel kicked the henchman in
the head, and knocked him out. Daniel said to himself, "One down, more
to go". His heart was racing and his adrenaline was telling him "MORE,
MORE, MORE!"As Daniel crept out of his hiding spot, he headed towards
the room he had looked over before. He grabbed the henchman’s
flashlight, stood up, and looked around. He found an emergency route
sign, and looked in the direction he needed to go for the room where
his parents were. He traveled down the hallway for what felt like
forever until he got to a doorway. The doorway brought a draft towards
the doorway, and he ducked behind the wall to the right to avoid being
seen. He heard the men talking about what had happened before, and what
they were going to do to his family, but could not make out everything
he was saying. “We have to do something with the family before
the boy figures out that we have been here the whole time. How about we
just give them back because I don’t think we can pull it
off.” Daniel could sense the fear in his voice and knew that the
plan was not as well put together as he thought. “We have to wait
for the boy to come to us because he is the only chance we have to the
real world. If we don’t have him out there afraid of us, nothing
will be done to get the ransom money. We will never become the threat
until we have the boy in our grasp and under control.” He sounded
like the boss to Daniel, but he could sense the silence in the room.
Since the adrenaline was running in Daniel, he started to say something
in the room. He jumped out of his hiding spot and ran into the room
towards where he heard the voices. His face was red with hate and
anger, and the blood in his body overflowed with the heat of anger
coming from the inside. “Come and get me if you want me to come
to you, because I am right here!” Daniel was now running full
speed at the man and could see him from the flashlight pointed at him
because of the one he had from the henchman before. He could see the
fear on the man’s face, and started to scream at him like it was
the end of the world. He tackled the man to the ground, and punched him
in the face until his face was dripping with sweat. He looked down at
the leader, and noticed that he was the man he had seen before in the
room where he was kidnapped before. This time, the man was much
dirtier, and smelled of the smoke he had passed out from before. Daniel
got up, and spun around towards the men he had heard before, and saw
nothing. He then heard a loud bang, and saw the lights turn on from
above. He spun around the room and saw nothing but a shadow escaping
from the doorway. He ran straight towards the doorway before thinking.
He saw the men running down the hallway towards the control room, and
saw them go out another doorway before escaping from sight. Before he
could think, he rounded the corner of the control room, and was blind
sighted by the sight of headlights. He ducked out of the way before the
car rammed through the door and took out all of the area from him
towards the other wall. He stood up after the collision, and looked the
driver straight in the eye. He then ran straight at the car and heard
the driver rev the engine. He jumped onto the car, and rolled over into
the flatbed of the truck. He then could see his whole family there. He
had to think of what to do next before the driver figured out he was
there. He remembered he had the knife from the drawers’ before
when he was looking for the cell phone. He took the knife out of his
pocket, and sawed at the duct tape around the hands of his family. When
he was done, his family was now appalled at the fact he had gotten this
far. Now, they jumped out of the car and onto the ground, stumbling at
the collision. He then led the group out of the building and across the
street to a car that still had the keys in the door. He made it to
there only to here the truck coming towards them. He got his family
into the car, and drove off down the road. He was now speeding, and was
followed by the kidnappers. He turned the car
off the exit ramp, and drove straight into a field of grass. By now,
the police had joined the chase, and seen what was going on. He drove
up next to a tree and stopped for the car persisting. When he saw the
truck with the two kidnappers, he revved on the engine while still on
the brake, waited for the truck to get closer, and then let go of the
brake before the truck rammed the sedan. The truck had no time to stop,
and rammed right into the tree behind him. The police quickly raced
after and got out of the car. Daniel got out of the car, and lowered
down to the ground. The police then checked the rest of the family, and
then went to the crash found at the tree to inspect the people in the
car. The men were okay, but badly cut. They were inspected for guns and
weapons and were found positive. Daniel and his family were then taken
to the police station for further questioning along with the
kidnappers. As for Daniel and the rest of the summer, let’s just
say he had had enough excitement for one summer, summing up all that
have ever been. He then enjoyed his family and aunt for the rest of the
summer, having to do chores occasionally, and resting on the couch
eating water ice as the afternoon withered away. THE END
The Mystery of Roanoke
By: Eli Weiner, Cabin 6
It was the year 1590 and John White stood at the bow of the ship,
looking at the sundown, sighing. it had been 3 years since he had last
seen his wife and newborn daughter, Virginia Dare. She would be four
now. Such a big girl. A tear crept down his cheek at the thought of
returning to his family and his home. “My home” he thought
to himself, so strange that he would think of this harsh new land as
home. He chuckled to himself absentmindedly, spit into the sea, and
went down to bed.
Elinor
White Dare looked at the same sunset, hundreds of miles away, and fed
her Virginia some cornmash. She had not gotten word from John and she
was worried about him. He will be safe she decided firmly, and resolved
not to think about it for the rest of the week.
Midnight, Same Day
Elinor
woke to the sound of gunfire and cannon. She sat up immediately and
went outside. Shouts and smoke greeted her, screams came from women,
rushing in fear to their houses to protect precious belongings and to
gather their children. Elinor decided to do the same. she rushed into
the house the men and her husband had built to shelter her and her
bulging stomach. But that time has passed long ago. She found Virginia
in her small bed, crying her eyes out, screaming her name. Elinor
gathered her up in her arms and groped around for her basic necessities
and ran out of the house. as she ran she tripped and fell. She had
tripped over the body of Manteo, one of John's close associates. He was
lying face up, his head to one side, his mouth slightly open, his eyes
looked up to her, unseeing, unfeeling. Elinor screamed and grabbed
Virginia's hand to pull her up, as she did so, she grabbed Manteos long
knife and hid it in her skirt. She pushed her way towards one of the
men, William, the temporary man in charge while John was gone. She
grasped him, looking straight into his eyes. "We are taking heavy
casualties," he shouted over the sound of the battle. "I need you to
take the women and children to the safe place." Elinor looked at him in
disgust. "Why, so you can kill us all easily." she yelled. he raised a
hand, a pistol in his grip. Elinor saw it put in her anger she knew no
fear. she knew how Manteo had died so far away from the battle, She
knew why the Spanish had come this very night. William was a traitor.
"Know you know the wrath of the Spanish." He said simply. William
brought the gun to fire. A shot rang out. But it was not William who
had fired, for William was on the ground, writhing in pain . It was an
Indian. he motioned to her, to come. She walked forward. Suddenly she
fell. Something hot and sticky was dripping down her back. she was
falling backwards. she hit the ground with a dull thud. her eyes
closed, and the last thing she saw was her little Virginia whispering
"Mommy." She smiled. then her lungs filled with liquid. her vision went
dark and she finally rested in peace. William looked at the pathetic
duo and laughed, his pistol still smoking, then he too succumbed too
the darkness.
14 Years Later
Virginia
stood at the top of a tall cliff surveying the scene below. It had been
fourteen years since she had watched her mother die, killed by a
traitor. She had seen many deaths since but none as bloody as the scene
before her. A small group of Indian traders were on their way to a
Spanish settlement to trade in the market the Spaniards held every
month. The Indians had been ambushed by a group of Spanish intent to
make an example of them. The Indians had not been prepared to fight and
where caught unawares. The Spanish ruffians had guns and ambushed them
. It started with a shot from the bushes, followed by a volley on
either side. The Indians in the front were hit, one in the arm, one in
the neck. the Indians tried to string their bows. Some had muskets and
fired back shots into the trees. Men in black came roaring out from the
undergrowth, holding axes, pistols, knifes, swords, pikes, and chains
and started making their example. The Indians were a mess. There was
nothing she could do. She went back to the camp, full of survivors from
Roanoke and outcasts of the new world. As she walked back into camp she
carried an heir of importance and attention. Virginia's appearance
physically were also not in the least demeaning. Virginia was tall, and
slender with flowing long black hair and bright blue eyes. Her English
voice had roughened into modern day American accent, although she still
had a certain lilt over the hunters and farmers that gave them food.
Today the camp was playing it close by pitching camp so near a Spanish
settlement, and they ran they risk of being discovered by the
authorities. For this was the resistance, fighting the Spanish in the
underground ways resistances have done and will always do. And she was
one of the leaders of the Comanche, Indian for fighter. the Comanche
attacked small fighting groups, smuggled goods to trapped villages and
settlements of the English, spied and became a regular nuisance for the
Spanish. So much so, that it reached the ears of the king.
The King's Court
"My
liege." said one of the servants on the side."The generals are
outside." Shall i bid them enter, my liege?" The small man said. The
king's voice boomed out, though because he was good at projecting or no
one dared whisper is another thing. "Bid the generals enter, we have
much to discuss alone.'' King Ferdinand stressed the last word so that
nobody would even dare to object. The white doors opened and in strode
the general. The general on the left was a 5ft 10in, burly, heavyset
man with huge arms and one eye. He had a huge rapier on his side and a
more than day old beard starting to show. his hair was slicked back in
an attempted to show some respect, though he bristled with the air of
self importance. The general on the right was a tall, thin man with a
pointed face short oiled hair and perfectly groomed who had a face that
was obviously pained, and eyes that showed intelligence and respect but
also malice for the man in front of them. He had along thin rapier on
his side too. The one on the left spoke first. "My liege, we are
honored of your request to see us." He began, in a gruff voice, while
the one the right nodded. the general on the left opened his mouth to
begin again but the king cut him off. "I need you to help me with some
trouble in he new land," he said, inspecting his fingernails. "I need
you to do a bit of dirty work for me........you have both heard the
rumors from the new world, how a woman, dressed all in black, brings
her warriors , all in black like her, with long swords that flash in
the moonlight to raid the Spanish. some say shes a spirit, sent from
god to make us pay for our sins, others say shes a demon, or maybe the
devil herself. None of these are true. There is a resistance group in
the east called the Comanche led by a young 18 yr old girl, supposedly
a surviver of Roanoke. They are, annoying me. I need you two to find
them and destroy them. They are made up of vagabonds, traders, farmers,
traitors of course, and a small number of men from the English, Indian,
and unfortunately, some Spanish armies. They will not be well trained
except for the that few handful of warriors. Oh, and I almost forgot,
there will be some survivors of Roanoke if I'm not mistaken." The king
looked slyly at the thin man standing before him."Oh yes John White, I
am ordering you to kill your daughter." Ferdinand laughed a cold, hard
laugh and looked seriously towards the big man."I want crack troops on
this, you understand. this resistance group is the only thing standing
in the way of Spain's conquest for the new land." Suddenly a freezing
gust of wind blew into the chamber room, which chilled both generals
too the core. "Go." the last word was final. Both men bowed their way
out of the room. The king sighed. Soon he would be ruler of the new
world, and then, nothing could stop him!! He called to one of the
servants for a glass of milk and a pastry and then slowly made his way
up to bed.
The New Land She
was dressed all in black, her shoes were wrapped in cloth to muffle
sound. All her fighters were dressed the same as her. Virginia rubbed
her eyes. God she was tired. She hadn't slept in two days, and she was
about to make a raid on one of the Spanish settlements. Bad idea. She
was feeling extremely lightheaded, which did not do when your were
wielding two swords, or bringing a pistol up to aim. But her followers
looked towards her to make the charge so she must be present to deliver
the blow herself. This settlement was taking Indian traders for ransom,
burning English crops, and harassing and murdering English and Indian
farmers. It was time for them to go. The world would be a much better
place even though there were woman and children in the settlement.
Virginia cupped both hands too her mouth and hooted, twice, long and
clear. the prearranged signal to begin. She got up silently and drew
her sword, as she did she heard 200 hundred other swords leave their
sheathes. Virginia pointed too a man on her left. She heard a faint
popping noise followed by 6 or 7 dozen more. The swords are out, the
guns are loaded. it was time. She started to yell followed 300 more
shouts. She thought about how scared the settlement must be, with 300
black clad people, joined together in bloodcurdling screams. She felt a
bit sorry for them. But then she started running and all mercy was left
behind. Suddenly there were shots in the air. Men of hers fell down,
screaming. her men were dying around her. Suddenly a large boom split
the air, cannon. men were coming out of the fort and her men were
fighting all around, clearly outnumbered. A small stubby man ran up to
her with a smile holding a pistol ready to shoot but he fell before he
reached her, blood soddening his jacket. She ran on only to find a tall
thin rapier at her neck. "Virginia?" said a questioning voice. "I'm
your fath..." he was cut of short, a bullet in his stomach. " You're
not my father." said a voice,cold as steel. the thin mans eyes widened,
he gasped for air, then he fell. Virginia turned and ran, into the dark
forest, those watching would have said she was a shadow, finally
disappearing at the break of dawn. Virginia ran, weaving in between the
trees, until she tripped and fell, face first into the dirt. She sat up
panting. when she finally felt the strength to move she went towards
the small stream that would eventually make its way to the ocean.
Virginia drank and then, when she had drunk her fill she lay
down,closed her eyes, and went into a deep sleep.
The End
Camp Shohola's Culture
Ben
Halpern, Working Senior
Camp
Shohola has a culture all it's own. A melting pot with people from
France to Maryland to Mexico, you'd be hard pressed to find a more
diverse place on earth. Shohola has it's own dialect, with words
outsiders have never heard before like biddy, PUIC, and WSP mixed in
with some Spanish phrases and slang words from all over the country.
That's without even mentioning chants like 'Birds in the Wilderness'
and 'Cheese on a Hot Dog' that are unbelievably surreal. It's no
wonder people take a little while to get used to camp. It's like
going to a new country where old words have new uses and new words
have insane uses. But this is also one of the best things about cam,
the culture. It makes Camp Shohola special and exotic, changes things
up. It's a very special thing, Camp Shohola's culture, and should be
cherished very much.
Mi Clase Favorita
Armando Guerrero y Miguel Camiña, Working Seniors
Este articulo lo escribimos Miguel Camiña y Armando Guerrero ya
que miguel y yo los ultimos 2 años coincidimos en la clase de
canoa es nuestra clase favorita ya que en esa hora era puro
desmadre!!!!! no importara el profesor que fuera por que siempre salian
todos felices de la clase ya que miguel y yo nos encargavamos de crear
el desmadre! haciendo cosas extremas como voltear las canoas con todo y
sus integrantes tambien
jugabamos espaditas
con los remos o carrareritas con ellas este año volvimos a hacer
el mismo desmadre que la ultima vez pero esta vez
con la ayuda de
nuevos campers como pedro bustamante o juan gutierrez-mellado y el
apoyo de alex morales counseler que se la pasaba casi
mejor que los campers espero que los años que vengan tomen la clase de canoa y realizen el mismo desmadre que nosotros.
Video
Production
Kyle
Egan, Cabin 11
This is one of the
best classes at Camp Shohola. You are able to take your dreams and
turn them into something you can watch over and over. It's really fun
and can be very interesting. You get to learn how to film and edit
your movies until they are perfect. Video also teaches campers how to
work together, whatever the task. Video Production is one of the only
classes that is able to bring out people's true feelings and
personalities.
Siendo
un working senior
Miguel Camina, WS
Este
verano he tenido la suerte de ser un working senior que es una de
esas
cosas que siempre esperas que llegen. Siempre veia a los
working seniors como lo mejor del camp ya que siempre tenian comida,
coca-colas y siempre estaban haciendo bromas por las noches pero
nadie les decia nada. Yo recordaba a los working seniors com esas
personas vagas que siempre llegaban al muster con cara de dormidos y
muy tarde y tambien recuerdo que eran los que decidian el
green&white. Ahora puedo ver que ser un working senior es lo
mejor y que el tiempo se esta pasando muy rapido lo que da pena ya
que solo se puede ser working senior una vez. Las ventajas y
privilegios de los working seniors son muchas por ejemplo los working
seniors tenemos lights off a las 11 aunque siempre acaba siendo mas
tarde, otro ventaja sobre los demas es el famoso WSP que aunque solo
es para la fila de la cantine lo usamos para todo. Pero sin duda el
mayor privilegio de los working es el poder ir a snacks por las
noches y a Shur way donde salimos con comida para un mes. Tambien lo
pasamos muy por las noches mientras intentamos escapar del road duty
para hacer bromas otras cabins. Tambien me siento importante ya que
muchos campers saben mi nombre y apellido perfectamente y yo no se ni
en que cabin estan o me cuentan sus aventuras mas divertidas. Este
verano lo he pasado genial siendo un working senior y creo que cuando
lleguen a working seniors o si ya lo han sido seguro que lo
entenderan.
Speech
and Debate
Kyle Egan, Cabin 11
There
are probably not many camps where you will be able to find this
class. The class allows you to learn more about what is happening
around the world and form opinions about them. With these opinions
and facts to back you up, you're able to debate with other campers on
the issue. More than just how to argue, Debate teaches campers to
form opinions and arguments using your facts, your stories, and your
credibility. You are able to find common ground between other
opinions and form bridges between them. When we are not working on
debates, the counselor allows us to check our e-mail and go on the
internet.
Por
que volvemos a camp Shohola.
Miguel Camiña, WS
Volvemos
al camp Shohola por que en este camp hay algo que no se que es que
nos engancha a venir muchas veces y hace que este camp sea como
nuestra segunda casa. Aqui vivimos nuevas experiencias con nuestros
amigos internacionales; y tambien es un bonito lugar para alejarte de
la escuela. Este camp tambien es lugar perfecto si quieres hacer
muchos amigos y deporte ya que este camp es una gran familia. Ademas
aqui hacemos muchos planes interesantes como puede ser el
whale-watching trip, los dances y movies con Netimus o los partidos
de Pike County donde sufrimos dandolo todo para ganar. Y aunque no
hagas estos planes siempre lo pasaras bien los A days o los B days
haciendo tus actividades siempre que no sea swimming en el periodo 1
despues del desayuno. Pero lo mejor del camp es la famosa Rest Hour
en donde despues de comer mucho pollo puedes tener una hora de
descanso que luego por la tarde agradeces. Otra cosa que tambien te
alegra el dia por las mananas es la NBA, NHL etc ya que te pasas el
dia buscando a tus oponentes y cuando llega la hora del
partido
los campos se llenan de espectadores interesados.
Outdoor
Cooking
Kyle Schiff, WS
Outdoor
cooking is a fun and relaxing class. You learn how to build different
types of fires, such as the log cabin and the tepee. You talk to
friends and enjoy nature. First, our teacher George, who is in charge
of nature, will tell the class what food they will be making that
class and how to make it. Then you will begin to prepare and cook
your food. Some of my favorite foods to make were the donut snakes,
which were crescent rolls topped with butter and a mix of sugar and
cinnamon or brown sugar, the baked apples which were covered with
melted butter and brown sugar, and the pigs in a blanket, which was
two cooked sausages wrapped in a crescent roll. But the purpose of
outdoor cooking is not only to make food, but to relax, socialize,
and make new friends, all while cooking food. You cook amazing foods
over an open flame and you have a great time.
Trips
Emilio Folque, Cabin 3
There are
many trips during the all the weeks at Camp. Some trips are nature
trips, rock climbing, kayaking and canoing. There are many others as
well. Trips are really fun. If you go on a trip, you will not be able
to do the regular camp activities. Trips make camp a better place. In
fishing trips, you will go fishing, but you will be able to have fun
with friends. Some trips are special because you need to have done
your thirty-six laps.
Fly-Fishing
Trip
Ian Gardepe, Cabin 6
The
other day, I took a fishing trip with Ian. It was the best day for
fly-fishing. I caught seven fish while Brett and Eddie caught three.
I learned a lot that day with Ian. Although he is leaving soon, we
are still probably going to catch a lot of fish with what he taught
us. If you go on a fly-fishing trip or a regular fishing trip, you
will catch a lot of fish and have a great time.
Par
slov v ceskem jazyce
Andrea Martinkova
Byla
jsem pozadana,abych napsala nejaky clanek pro Argus v ceskem
jazyce.Nevim, jaky to bude mit smysl,protoze temer kazdy zde v Campu
Shohola mluvi anglicky, spanelsky nebo francouzsky a samozrejme je
zde plno zamestnancu z celeho sveta, kteri uzivaji jine jazyky nez
vyse uvedene, vyjma dvou krajanu, kteri si tyto radky budou moci
precist. Ale pry to bude pro Argus neco noveho, tak uvidime. Loni
jsem zde pracovala v pradelne, mnoho lidi se me pta, jestli je rozdil
v praci vedouciho a praci v pradelne. Samozrejme ze je, jde o
zamestnani zcela diametralne odlisne, takze rozdily jsou celkem
jednoznacne. Radeji bych chtela napsat o tom, co me potesilo a
pobavilo. Predtim nez jsem se dostala do Shoholy, jsem zazila celkem
zajimavou cestu z Prahy pres Pariz do Washingtonu.Z Prahy nechteli
poustet letadla,protoze v Parizi bylo spatne pocasi, takze do Parize
jsem se dostala s hodinovym zpozdenim a musela jsem cekat 9 hodin na
parizskem letisti na dalsi spoj, coz bylo opravdu zabavne, mineno
ironicky. Potkala jsem jednoho Americana, ktery na me mluvil celych
devet hodin, nez odletalo dalsi letadlo.Nanestesti mi dali sedadlo v
dalsim letadle primo vedle nej, takze na me mluvil dalsich 9 hodin
behem cesty do Washingtonu. Byl skutecne velmi upovidany. Snazila
jsem se mu naznacit, ze jsem unavena, ze bych chtela chvili spat, tak
rekl OK, ja budu zticha,ale za pet minut behem doby, co jsem se
snazila usnout, na me zase zacal mluvit.Ve Washingtonu se mi ale
trpelivost vyplatila, protoze Carl, tak se jmenoval, mi pomohl
orientovat se ve Washingtonu. Myslela jsem si, ze jen zeny jsou
upovidane, ale celkem jsem zmenila nazor. Takovy byl zacatek me cesty
do USA. Mezi predmety, ktere ucim, patri i rocketry, kde je s
nekteryma detma docela zabava. Nekdy se stane, ze si prilepi prsty
pri vyrobe raket, a to pak musim celit tisice otazkam, co se ma delat
s prilepenymi prsty. Musim velice dlouze vysvetlovat, jak se prsty
odlepi a jak se z nich dostane lepidlo. Jsem pak nucena slibovat
kantyny v pripade, ze se lepidlo z prstu do pristiho dne nedostane. A
tak jsem ted velkym dluznikem par deti, specielne Jamese Phalena z
kabiny 1. Je s nim vzdycky legrace, protoze dokaze upoutat tolik
pozornosti jako deset deti najednou. Komu dluzim kantynu, tak at se
na mne obrati v seste periode, budu se snazit podle mych moznosti
vyhovet. Velmi ocenuji, ze deti zde v kempu Shohola maji velkou
trpelivost s moji anglictinou. Chtela bych jim touto cestou vsem
podekovat. Ocenuji take trpelivost spolupracovniku, se kterymi jsem v
kontaktu, specialne Cary, Isly, Matta, Michaela, Tess a Andrew.
Anglictina je nekdy tvrdy orisek, se kterym se cizinci musi poradne
poprat. Je to vsak nadhera, kdyz vam deti rozumi a muzete si s nimi
povidat a hrat v jejich rodne reci.
Sailing
Kyle Schiff, WS
Sailing is
amazing. After taking sailing at camp for about three years, I have
learned all I need to know about sailing. Now, I can just go out on a
sunfish boat with my friends and catch the wind and sail across the
lake. During one class, we caught so much wind that the boat was on
its side and we were almost falling off. Going on the lake is great
because when it is scorching hot out and you jump in the water or you
fall off your boat, it is very fun and relaxing. While sailing, you
can socialize with friends and other people from other camps. The is
much work needed in order to set up a boat for sailing. You must
unwrap the sail and raise it to its highest point. You have to put
the center board into the slot in the middle of the boat and tie the
sail in place so it does not come crashing down on you. When you are
finished with those and when you have checked your boat for any
defects or rips and tears, it is time to go out and have some fun.
Capture
the Flag
Kyle Egan, Cabin 11
This
is personally my favorite Green and White event. It has always been
on the 4th of July during the morning. On that morning,we already
have a half hour late wake up and no cabin inspection. Shortly after
breakfast, a bell is rung for muster. We already have Green and White
gear on while the O.D. on that day gives us Capture The Flag
instructions and warnings of where not to go. Everyone is then sent
to their team captains who tell whether to be defense or be on
offense on either the hill or the baseball field. When the bell
rings, the game begins. The game ends when one team steals the
other's flag and brings it to the creek, the neutral zone. A bell is
then rung and the teams switch sides and start again with another
signal bell. A team wins 50 points per flag capture, and 50 more for
winning the event, which is best of 5 games. Green won this year
because they didn't go on offense until they had large number of
White prisoners, so it would be easier to steal the White flag.
Nature
Alex Willner, WS
This year when I
came to camp, Nature was an activity that I knew I had to take. When
I asked to be the aid for period 1B, I didn't know that it would be
filled with kids from cabin 5 and down. My first day of class I
thought that this would be a bad year because I wouldn't learn
anything with a bunch of little kids. But on the first day we went on
a nature trail and I was surprised at how much some of the kids knew
about nature. The kids are hilarious as well and cheer me up in the
morning. This year I came out of nature learning more then I ever
thought I would.
Working
Seniors (and why we rock)
Ben Share, WS
To
all the campers reading this article, how many of you know what a
working senior is? A working senior is the oldest camper in camp.
They have the most privileges of any camper. It is supposed to be the
best camper year ever, and since I'm a working senior, I can tell you
that is true. We get to go to Shur-way, have food in our cabin, go to
snacks get a day off, and are scored much easier during cabin
clean-up. We also have a much later lights off time. But with great
privileges come some responsibilities. We have to watch cabins on
Sunday rest hour, clean up cardboard, and do whatever hard labor the
counselors want us to, when they want it done. We also have to set a
good example for you campers out there. But perhaps the best part
about being a working senior is definitely the one day off a month we
get. We get one day every month to go do whatever we want to (on
Duncan's dime, i might add). This year the working seniors are going
to Dorney Park and the mall on our day off, and i couldn't be more
psyched as I sit here in commtech writing this article the day before
day off. Hopefully by tomorrow night I will have some great stories
and even better memories of Shohola. I hope all the
counselors
reading this know what I'm talking about, and all the campers reading
this are looking forward to your working senior year.
Green
And White Olympics
Evan Willner, WS
Green
and White is an interesting way to have a color war. My favorite
event of many are the Olympics. In the morning, many kids from all
different cabins compete in the forty, fifty, and sixty yard dash as
well as many relay races. I competed in the 230 meter relay race. In
the afternoon, we had the chance to compete in the long jump, high
jump, softball throw, riflery, and archery. At the end of the
Olympics, the green team was barely winning with about 1,164 points,
while the white team had about ninety points less. To me, the
Olympics are the most enjoyable event.
A
Ballad of Harriet Tubman
Cabin 14 Rabbis
Harriet
Tubman lived in a dark cave underground
Little did she know
that approximately a young Jewish boy from Washington DC named Dan
Brill
Would recount her tale
He would properly document every
detail without fail
Let me take you on this journey about a
young demonic child.
He was spawned by a rabid pack of wolves and
mothered by an albino vampire
he descended on a place called camp
Shohola to exercise his evil powers
His dastardly plan along with
Isaac Orlansky was to take away our rest hour (repeat)
And this
young boy, he had a name known throughout the land of time
If you
ever saw his face it would send shivers down your spine
and his
name was...
Aaron fine (repeat)
Harriet Tubman lived in a
dark cave underground
Until Aaron Fine descended from the rafters
breathing fire and shot her down
Along with Karl Marx he was an
evil communist who spread sadness among the world
During rest
hour he sucked out the brain of every boy and girl
But alas,
do not fear young children for a new hope hath arisen and his name
doth be
David Schneider (repeat)
Some people called him D
Schneids
He was trained in the great swiss alps for many
years by a wise old samurai
Who was skilled in electronics and
robotics
I'm sure you've heard of this guy.....
Tom Gibson
(repeat)
And so David Schneider, challenged the evil Joe
Torg, I mean Aaron Fine to a battle of
EPIC PROPORTIONS
To go
down in no other place than the counselor tunnel
Aaron Fine
powered by DJ Lubs ATV... (even though it's not really his)
Shot
an enormous quantity of stale dining hall chicken at our hero
But
with D Schneids enormous appetite he swallowed the dining hall
chicken in one bite
But albeit our young prince was very plump
There was only one way to fix this
He took a massive dump
(sing) PLOP! (sing) PLOP!
For his counter attack Schneids had one
thing left in his arsenal
He harnessed the wonderful powers of
Duncan's chin dimple
Using Tom Gibson's outrageously complex
phone system
Aaron Fine was struck by a beam of ziff waves
But
unfortunately it bounced off of Shansby's Fro
and young Alex Nord was
reduced to mere oblivion
And so he's dead
Harriet Tubman
lived in a dark cave underground
All the boys at Camp Shohola are
safe and sound
Except for Alex Nord
Water
Polo in Shohola
Pedro Bustamante Ybarra, WS
Water
polo: It's a water-sport with two teams (7 players for each team)
similar to soccer. The team who score more goals wins the game. In
Shohola you can only play Water polo in the 1st period of B days. The
1st week of Water polo we didn't enjoy it as much as we thought
because have stay out of the water learning the rules, the positions
in the pool, and how to swim in Water polo. But by the 2nd and 3rd
week we started playing some fun games and finally real matches. In
the last week we had less classes but we have the same fun as usual.
I will recommend to everyone this activity because you swim at the
same time you do sports and have fun.
The
Flagpole Game
Lyle
Ciardi, Cabin 5
As
I open the door of the cabin, it creeks ever so softly. You put on
your shoes and get on the porch. Some people hesitate and get scared
and go back to their bed. Only the bravest of men actually run. You
creep down the steps and then you are off. Flashlights shine across
the hill and other cabins run to their windows to see the people run.
Once you reach the flagpole, you run back to your cabin and pretend
that you are asleep. That is the flagpole game.
Pike
County 15U soccer
Pedro Bustamante, WS
Este
verano hemos jugado bastantes partidos de Pike County ganando todos
ellos.
En primer lugar, a los pocos dias de llegar, jugamos
nuestro primer partido en casa contra Lake Owego con el resultado de
7-0. Dos dias mas tarde jugamos nuestro primer partido fuera contra
Greely con la rotunda victoria de 0-11.
En la segunda semana, el
lunes jugamos la revancha en casa contra Lake Owego, volviendoles a
ganar, esta vez 3-1; y el viernes ganamos en casa a New Jersey Y por
6-0.
En la tercera semana, se tuvo que suspender un partido
contra Canadensis por el day-off de los Working Seniors.
Y por
ultimo en la ultima semana, el lunes tuvimos la revancha fuera contra
New Jersey Y en la que volvimos a ganar pero esta vez 5-3.
Mi
primer mes en shohola
Juan Gutierrez Mellado, WS
Este
mes ha sido mi primero en Shohola. Llegue a shohola por la noche y
como no pude ver nada del campamento al dia siguiente estaba
completamente desorientado, por la manana nos despertamos todos a las
6 de la manana y nos pusimos a cantar y ha contar chistes ya que
nadie podia dormir del frio que teniamos. El segundo dia ya empezo a
llegar gente y nuestra cabina empezo a llenar. A lo largo de la
primera semana conoci a todos los de mi cabina.Cuando empeze a
conocer las funciones de los W.S todo me empezo a gustar incluso mas,
el hacer bromas por la noche, los privilegios y un monton de cosas
mas . Las actividades que ofrece shohola me parecen todas
divertidisimas y me costo mucho decidirme. La verdad es que todas las
actividades me gustan mucho menos la clase de natacion ya que es muy
aburrida y cansada. Algo que me ha gustado mucho es la liguilla entre
campamentos de Pike County. Yo estoy en el equipo de basketball y en
el de soccer y apesar de que en basketball no hemos tenido tanto
exito en soccer hemos arrasado. Los counselers en shohola son todos
muy simpaticos y me han hecho pasar un mes muy divertido en el que yo
creo que en ningun campamento se podra repetir.
El
Mejor Lugar Para Pasar El Verano
Armando Manuel Guerrero
Rodriguez, WS
Este es mi tercer año
que vengo al camp shohola esta ves soy working
senior para mi ha
sido lo mejor a pesar de los ultimos 2 años tambien fueron
increibles este campamento es un lugar que sirve para convivir con
otras personas de tu pais y de otros aprendes nuevas experiencias
algunas culturas etc... este año ha sido algo distinto ha sido
algo extraodinario algo distinto y mega divertido hoy en dia tengo 15
años la primera ves que vine tenia 10 la segunda ves tenia 13
y hoy ya son 15 espero que sean mas años pero eso el destino
lo va a decidir cada año veo a mas mexicanos en este camp lo
cual me da mucho gusto. Este camp lo conoci por hector vazques ya que
antes e que el se fuera a
vivir a estados unidos el hiba en la
misma escuela que yo en el Edron British School su mama le conto a la
mia del camp me mostraron el video y al pricipio no queria por que me
daba miedo irme solo 1 mes pero con su ayuda me convencieron y fui y
pase uno de los mejores veranos de mi vida ya que esta experiencia
del camp shohola nunca se te olvida ya que lo llevas dentro de tu
alma y corazon por siempre.
Yo creo que todo camper debe
disfrutar el camp por que nuestros padres pagan un dineral ya que no
es barato y pues ellos los hacen por que quieren que disfrtuemos lo
que ellos nunca pudieron hacer entonces disfruten su verano no
piensen en nada mas que en dirvertirse y en chavas jajaja pues eso es
todo no dejen de soñar y luchen por lo que mas quieran y no
dejen que nada los detenga.
Staff
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# 34) Shinky@gmail.com MARK SHINN-KRANTZ (SHINKY)
# 35) Andrew.Schiff@villanova.edu ANDREW SCHIFF
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# 37) eInsler@udel.edu ERIC INSLER
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# 39) ps02em@yahoo.co.uk EMMA MORAN
# 40) bema2228@hotmail.com BLANCA MTZ
# 41) i_arzac@hotmail.com INAKI ARZAC
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# 43) archangel_18337@yahoo.com GARRY WERNER
# 44) alibayne@bigfoot.com ALISON BAYNE
# 45) morayoussef@yahoo.com MARIAM ABDEL MASEIH
# 46) Reade.Etherington@gmail.com READE ETHERINGTON
# 47) tgibson@shohola.com TOM GIBSON
# 48) gavarino4@yahoo.com GAV TAIT
# 50) dbrill@emory.edu DAN BRILL
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# 53) rodpar82@hotmail.com RODRIGO PACHECO
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# 80) Jkozik@seznam.cz JIRI (JIRKA) KOZIK
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