My Summer Travels 2

Chapter 2: Getting ready and the trip (to Interlochen) [duh]

When I told my teacher I made it, she put me in the newspaper. I was pretty excited until I saw the picture that she put in. I looked like I wanted to kill someone. Just joking, Mrs. Fawkes. It was probably the best one anyway. So, anyway my trip was publicized and you wouldn't believe how many people saw it. I was at my friend Heather's 13 birthday party and this guy who used to go to my school, Ondre Cargill, congratulated me. I hadn't seen him in like a year. Thanks Ondre, by the way.

(Oh yeah, I don't know what kind of mood I was in when I posted that vegetables thing.)

Moving on, a few weeks later, I got a bunch of forms to sign. Wow, those were tedious. There were, cabin life forms, uniform forms, (he he that rhymes, sorta) health forms (that one was big) travel forms, instrument rental forms, and lots more. Anyway, so I filled in all those forms and sent them off.

Then it was quiet for a little while. We got ready for summer at school and finished up everything. I packed everything, unpacked everything, repacked everything, lost some stuff, then found them again. All in all, i was ready when it was time to go.

It's June 22 2007, It's the last day of school and we're having a little party in grade 7. Mrs. Foote is moving so she is giving out some of her stuff. Then we had the prize giving and I got quite a few certificates and a nice literary award trophy. Then that afternoon at 4:00, my dad and I headed to the airport. We said goodbye and flew to Chicago and stayed the night. We then drove for SIX hours to Traverse City which was the hardest drive of my life but I was so excited when I got there because, well you know i was there!

The first thing I did was I headed to my division, Intermediate Boys. I registered at the headquarters then headed to my cabin, Cabin 9 ironically. Baha'i joke. Anyway, I met about three of my cabin mates, Alex Rosenberg, he slept above me, Tony Macht, and Ethan Campbell. I think some of the other guys were there but I don't remember.

Once I got settled and unpacked, my dad and I drove to the main campus to get my uniform and look around. We went to Melody Freeze which is the ice cream place there. We saw Kresge Stadium which was huge! It was where a lot of the performances were held.

Later, we headed back to the division and I headed back to my cabin. We had dinner and then a kid joined us. His name was Joseph Eisele. He was a bit late so the next day I helped him register and everything.

The next day, We hung out and got to know each other. Some of us headed to main campus to check out the rest of campus. That night, we had the opening ceremony.

he he Cliffhanger.

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My Summer Travels

Chapter 1: Applying for Interlochen

I guess it started about a year ago when the 2007 Interlochen application forms became available. I decided to apply since I was too late for 2006. Interochen Arts Camp is a place for young aspiring artists. And, when I say artists I mean any kind of art. There's what you normally think of when you hear art, visual arts like painting, sculpting, or drawing. Then, there's music, photography, creative writing, drama. And even foreign languages! The place is full of talented kids who'll blow you away!

So I applied for an Intermediate Boys Session A Piano major 2007 slot. But first I had to record two of my best piano pieces of contrasting style. I played "Rhumba Toccatta" and "O Danny Boy" Ask me to play them some time. But beware, I'm a bit rusty. So I practiced until my hands fell off and my mom had to put salt on it and sew them back on. Around January, I was ready so I took my music, myself, and my anxiety to a recording studio to record my pieces. This was because we tried to record it with a tape recorder but it was very staticky. Finally, I sent the CD with my two works of art to the school in February.

I'll tell you it was about eight weeks before I heard anything from Interlochen. Then one day, I asked my dad if we could stop at the post office and see if we had received an news from Interlochen for about the seventy-eighth time. We went and indeed there was a letter in the box with the now all-to-familiar Interlochen logo. As we were driving away I opened. Right on the roundabout I read "Dear Mr.Wayne Bernard Farquharson, We are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted to Interlochen Arts Camp. We are able to contribute $500 to your fee."

I am embarrassed to say that I screamed like a little girl. I think the whole of Indigo must have heard. I express sincere apologies to the Illing family who own Indigo if I broke any china.

That concludes this segment of My Summer Travels. Join me next time when I warn you of the tediousness of filling out camp forms. There are just too many.

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