It was Saturday night and all MCS students were preparing for an intense game of Flashlight Tag. Let me explain, MCS flashlight tag is not a little game but a serious stream-wading, fence-jumping competition. I saw the blue team scheming by the Wallace Center before gathering with the 30 or so other students in the Ellis Room. When I entered the Ellis everyone was yelling and trying to find their teammates. I ran to find the Black team; we were dressed in dark colors with war paint and army print head bands. My team consisted of Lyla, Sam, Breck, Kristen, Jesse and Jesse’s friend Lydia. There was a feeling in the air, we were going to win flashlight tag, and the whole team knew it. The bell was rung and the teams sprinted to the totem pole. The object of the game was to make it from the totem pole to the waterfront without getting tagged by the people hiding with flashlights. You must understand that Chewonki is pitch black and silent at night every stick that breaks can be heard. The stealthy black team took a back route to the totem pole; we stayed together and crept behind the CEE. Other teams scattered and separated into pairs so that they would be harder to detect, or so they thought. We decided to stay together and once the bell was rung we sprinted down the road towards the farm. I have never run so fast and when we tripped over branches we couldn’t yell for fear of being heard by the evil flashlight taggers. The farm is far from the totem pole and we climbed over a fence and hid under a boat before we could eventually sprint through the open fields. My boots were filled with mud and we were halfway to the cover of the woods when someone shined a flashlight. We scattered and I literally dropped to the ground lying face down in the mud. Luckily it was just a loner separated from the green group, we left him behind because we didn’t want him to follow us. Our leader Breck took us down to Hoyt’s Point and we climbed over fallen trees and rocks and even waded through a river. We were wet and muddy but we had each other for support. As people got tired we stopped more often to make sure we were all together. Sharing this scary experience brought each and every one of us closer in some way; I held hands with someone I hadn’t even talked to in the past two days, it was not weird but rather normal and comforting. We were all filled with adrenaline and we knew that we would make it to the water front, we were so close! When we got back into a zone where flashlight taggers were, Breck instructed us to run out of the woods one at a time as fast and as quietly as we could. We each sprinted and collapsed at the dock, and one of the teachers Elana congratulated us as we all grouped by the waterfront. We all began screaming, we were drenched with sweat and covered in mud but so satisfied and proud of ourselves. I drew out my last bit of energy and began running up the hill from the waterfront to the Allen Center so that I could have the honor of ringing that victory bell! I was hyperventilating but I swung the bell as hard as I could and Willard even helped me. Everyone was impressed with our win; nobody else had even reached the dock. Yes! The feeling was amazing. Black team is the best.
-Jessica Wolf, New York, NY
& Jesse Wiener, Minneapolis, MN