Sometimes Chewonki feels like a dream. Well, like a dream come true. There are smiles and laughter, but there is also hard work and commitment. There are many activities and events that require both. My dish crew planned a Saturday Night Activity, which was a bake-off between the six cabins. Throughout the evening there was music blasting in the background, bustling around, and dancing in the kitchen, while the students cooked. The bake-off was a complete success; all the cabins won some sort of award. The best part was that right after the chaos of baking and having fun with each other, it was easy to get a clean up crew going. Our semester was able to embrace a Saturday night to stay together and just hang out by cooking and cleaning and dancing.
One of my favorite parts of being at Chewonki is the Hilton, our bathroom. In fact, I wrote an ode to the Hilton and read it aloud to the community. Every night at 9:50pm most of the girls run into the Hilton to get ready for bed. We have our two bathroom songs playing while we try to sing with toothpaste in our mouths. It turns into a dance party, savoring the last minutes of hyperactivity before check-in. It is more than a place to take showers and brush teeth because we learn the words to our songs a little bit better, and bond just a little bit more every night.
Ode to the Hilton, Part II
Oh Hilton, more than just a bathroom,
It is our G6: six showers, six toilettes, six sinks,
Two mirrors back to back the size of whiteboards
Holding the faces of nineteen eccentric girls,
Who come in with their hair straighteners and mascara,
With their greasy hair and smelly Sorels soaked
In mud or compost or snow,
With their heavy bones or bright smiles.
The wooden walls can scarcely hold in
“All of the Above”, “What the He-ey”, and “Weightless”,
Can scarcely hold in our squeals of content at red hair and flawless curls,
Can scarcely hold in the groans and moans as we whip out the tweezers
And move our sore muscles.
The showers are losing the pure whiteness of their walls
As we wipe away a bad day,
Scrubbing at those vibes and shampooing out all the tangles of our lives,
As we rid ourselves of well-earned muscle aches,
And sweat from a run on a winding road,
As we step in, wanting to step out, feeling fresh and revived.
The sink slurp down toothpaste and face wash.
Oh Hilton, you house our before check-in dance parties,
Our stomachaches and cramps,
Our hair dye and mud tracks,
Forever a place of congregation,
With its steamy mirrors, water-droplet filled sinks,
Comfy toilettes, and fading white -walled showers.
New York City, NY