So, I'm sitting here in the half-light of the silent and empty staff lounge, at 6:30 AM, on my last day at Camp WeHaKee.  I dunno how much of my head I'm going to be able to put into words.

This has been the best summer of my life.  The Teresa who leaves this place today is not the same one who came to it two months ago.  I don't know why, but this place and this lifestyle has struck a chord with me.  It's been far from a perfect summer - things went wrong, I missed people back home and at school, not all the campers were angels, not all the staff were, either.  On the other hand, this has been a place for me to grow, more so than I have anywhere else.  I know this sounds cheesy, and I'm sorry.  I don't know how else to say it, so I'm grasping at cliches.  Forgive me.

My biggest fear is that I'll leave today and go back to my old vices and my old habits.  I'll stop getting exercise, I'll retreat into my shell, I'll become vain and anxious again.  I'll lose my tan (lol).

I will never forget this place.