Day 2

It's been an hour since my last written tangent, and it seems that the recent 60 minutes full of MJCC sponsored educational film clips have done little to nothing on my attention span. I'd like to take this ADD sponsored off-roading moment to discuss a sticky situation that has more than once presented itself: being caught with gum. Now originally i made up a greek mythological story about the origin of gum and how it still presents itself today, but now as i read, in a slightly more rational state, i realize that some shit i say should never be repeated. Instead i'll tell you about how i feel about the topic. Gum to me brings more good to the world than bad. It leaves the population fresher, more confident, and most importantly gives the marketing world plenty of opportunities to overdramatically advertise the little sticks of mintiness. However in the camp setting, gum is a terrorist. We can hardly MENTION the word, let alone indulge in its delicious burst of flavor. Every year the erradic gum-ban at camp has proven to be a tragedy to me, yet year after year, without fail, i find myself to be a card-carrying gum chewer. What is it about the nature of gum that makes it so adaptable to its surroundings. Not only can it cling to tables, sidewalks, peoples hair, but it also seems to pick up my underlying emotions. My prime example is that while i continue to chew gum at camp, i subsequently continue to get caught. Upon each discovery i am filled with shame. It would be so easy to walk away, stick the maleable snack to the top of my mouth, and chew away at a later time, but every chew is filled with guilt. Every spack tastes like failed rebellioon. Eventually it gets to be so overpowering that my pathetic mouth can't take anymore emotional turbulence, and i have to spit it out in a fit of rage. Damn your eagle eyes and your manupulative, convincing words michelle! you keep this camp so clean, and my mouth so lonely.