lkaz07
Nov 19, 2010
Undergraduate / Being Armenian; The Summer I Got Hye [3]
The Summer I Got Hye
A sense of pride comes along with being Armenian. Being Armenian is strength like no other, filled with the courage and bloodshed of our predecessors. My ancestors fought against the Turks for our rights and land, they sacrificed themselves. Even to this day the Turks will not acknowledge the Armenian Genocide and still have some of our land in their possession. Growing up I knew I was Armenian but I did not know a lot about the history of Armenia. This is what brought me back to Camp Haiastan, the camp I had spent one summer at before when I was nine.
722 Summer Street was to be my home for the next nine weeks. I was scared and excited at the same time. As I drove down the hill to camp I passed the caretakers house, the Dikran Tsamour function hall, and the tennis courts. At the bottom I was greeted into my new home by the Camp Haiastan sign. Everything was pretty much exactly as I remembered it; basketball courts, volleyball courts, directors quarters, office, rec hall, mess hall, cabin circle, and pool. The only thing that changed was the old pool that we had used to play hockey in had been replaced with a giant pavilion.
Over the course of my stay the staff had become a giant family. A few of them I consider to be my best friends. Ani, Arev, and Emily are the sisters I always wanted. Ani is the most free spirited individual I have ever met. Everything about her holds true to who she is, from her surfer dirty blonde hair to her 60's inspired wardrobe and taste in music. Arev is so cheerful. Her entire face lights up and her eyes glisten when she smiles. She can brighten a room when she walks in. Arev is the sunshine of my life and not just because her name means sun. Emily is a goof. She changes the pitch in her voice when she gets excited about something. She is so diverse. Her style is a mix of everything with a huge splash of tye dye. Together we all made a friendship that we called the Fabulous Four.
When the staff had our first meeting at camp we were told by our Director that "Camp Haiastan was the best place on earth." I truly realized this when I was packing my trunk. I had made so many amazing memoires here. I truly did not want to leave. Camp Haiastan really is the greatest place on earth.
The Summer I Got Hye
A sense of pride comes along with being Armenian. Being Armenian is strength like no other, filled with the courage and bloodshed of our predecessors. My ancestors fought against the Turks for our rights and land, they sacrificed themselves. Even to this day the Turks will not acknowledge the Armenian Genocide and still have some of our land in their possession. Growing up I knew I was Armenian but I did not know a lot about the history of Armenia. This is what brought me back to Camp Haiastan, the camp I had spent one summer at before when I was nine.
722 Summer Street was to be my home for the next nine weeks. I was scared and excited at the same time. As I drove down the hill to camp I passed the caretakers house, the Dikran Tsamour function hall, and the tennis courts. At the bottom I was greeted into my new home by the Camp Haiastan sign. Everything was pretty much exactly as I remembered it; basketball courts, volleyball courts, directors quarters, office, rec hall, mess hall, cabin circle, and pool. The only thing that changed was the old pool that we had used to play hockey in had been replaced with a giant pavilion.
Over the course of my stay the staff had become a giant family. A few of them I consider to be my best friends. Ani, Arev, and Emily are the sisters I always wanted. Ani is the most free spirited individual I have ever met. Everything about her holds true to who she is, from her surfer dirty blonde hair to her 60's inspired wardrobe and taste in music. Arev is so cheerful. Her entire face lights up and her eyes glisten when she smiles. She can brighten a room when she walks in. Arev is the sunshine of my life and not just because her name means sun. Emily is a goof. She changes the pitch in her voice when she gets excited about something. She is so diverse. Her style is a mix of everything with a huge splash of tye dye. Together we all made a friendship that we called the Fabulous Four.
When the staff had our first meeting at camp we were told by our Director that "Camp Haiastan was the best place on earth." I truly realized this when I was packing my trunk. I had made so many amazing memoires here. I truly did not want to leave. Camp Haiastan really is the greatest place on earth.
