Last night at Chewonki, our Saturday evening activity included the classic game popularly known as Sardines. For those of you that are not familiar with this superb form of entertainment, Sardines is essentially Hide and Seek, except one person is hiding and when they are found, the finders have to hide with the hider until there is one person looking for everyone. That one person is then the loser. Last night we played in the Allen and Wallace Centers. I thought, after having been at Chewonki for three and a half weeks, that I had a pretty good sense of these two buildings that I travel through multiple times daily. In the dark, at night, these edifices took on a whole other personality. We walked blindly through the library, stumbling over classic tomes in search of our fellow classmates. I fondly recall tightly grasping the hands of my colleagues, in fear that the spinning looms in the Spanish room would come alive and eat me. These irrational fears were dispelled when I found myself crammed into an art room closet like sardines (hence the name) with 36 other MCSers. We sat giggling and making bad jokes as we waited for the last fateful student to finally find us. Once he finally did, we began the game again in the Wallace Center, and the familiar phone booths, bathrooms, and closets of the basement again became a foreign environment. Although I traveled into the uncharted territory of the boy’s bathroom, this time I felt more at home, surrounded by my fellow peers who were also crashing into things and shrieking in fear of the mundane as I did. At one point, I found myself in the infirmary, jumping on beds and scouring unfamiliar closets, wondering where my cabin mate could possibly be found. Later, I found out she had been hiding underneath a bed I had jumped on! This disappointing piece of information didn’t put a damper on my evening though. I moved from the basement to the dining room, and found that an impromptu jazz lounge had developed with on-duty teachers and students, while another student practiced her Celtic drum quietly in the background. When I returned to my cabin for check in, I came across my cabin mates huddled around the woodstove, struggling to light a fire. After we got that figured out, I found myself falling asleep in my friend’s bed, listening to my peers talking about their own experiences with the classic game popularly known as Sardines.
-Yona Koch-Fienberg, New York, NY