I waited quietly in the crowded parking lot, looking around, surveying the gaggles of longtime friends reunited and ready for another summer together. I was stranded, fully unacquainted, diving head first into six weeks of summer camp with a group of friends to whom I was not yet even known. The call rang out to file onto the bus, a 14 hour ride to rural Canada. It was time to leave behind all comfort zones. I nervously smiled, hugged my parents goodbye, and walked onto the bus. When it came time to pick seats, I didn’t try to be alone.
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Zane Swerdlow, Journalist
Zane Swerdlow is a senior in his second year on staff. When he isn’t studiously browsing Wikipedia articles in class you can find him reading various blogs, going backpacking, and listening to second wave emo.