Hollinsummer and The Breakfast Club! :)

Hollins University.

I went to their summer program for girls, Hollinsummer. There are no pictures. I know, I promised them and I'm sorry. But when I got there my camera would not turn on due to a constant lens error. Pay $200.00 for a decent camera and it flatlines in less than a year. F#@K YOU!

But, I digress. There are no writing tips. I learned almost nothing, besides the fact that I had the coolest girls ever in my class. And it was really awkward because I was the only freshman among, well, every other high school grade. Now, I won't say it was a bad class. I just don't think it was right for me.

Now, psych was another story. My teacher was Dr. George Ledger and he was epic. Like, Mr. Power/Mr. Woolsey epic, for those who know what I'm talking about.Really, I kid you not.

The discussions every day were so thoughtful, and you wouldn't believe the things beyond a person's eyeliner. The girl with the pretty smile may be a sleepwalker and maybe the girl over there is a closeted lesbian back home, and that one has a boyfriend who doesn't treat her the way he should. And you'd never know.

So, babe, I got my money's worth, along with a $1,000.00 scholarship to use, should I go to Hollins University. I know that's, like, nothing, but it basically pays back the cost of the camp, which is about $1,300.00.

Now, that's not all there is, in terms of classes. There's pottery, painting, cooking, movie-making, photography, modern dance, forensic chemistry (CSI, anyone?), and what I call the WTF classes. Examples? Leadership, So You Want to be President. Need I say more?

And, for my friends who hate gym as much as I do, you DO have to take a spot. But, hey, it was only an hour and fifteen minutes. I took soccer, which I shouldn't have done, I admit. But I LOVED the coaches. You see, my mother and father were so amused by the idea of me playing a sport that they wanted to film it. So they could mock me. We told one of the coaches that and he said he'd film it. Jerk. And It was even harder to detest him because he gave us Popsicles. GRR...

They also have, um..., volleyball, golf, rock climbing, swimming, tennis, maybe basketball...I don;t remember. Sports mean nothing to me.

Next important? Food, then rooms, then traveling shit. Then I'll wrap it up.

Food! We ate breakfast from 8-9, then lunch was 12-1, then dinner was 5-6. It was essentially a cafeteria. (I mean, we WERE at school.) We had a bunch of options and they ALWAYS had dessert. Bottom line: the food was pretty bearable.

Rooms. You had a room, in a hall with other girls. You shared your room with one other girl and the bathroom with the rest of the hall. Six, seven toilets, three showers. You had a counselor for your hall who showed you everything. She was you go-to girl. I loved mine. She was so sweet. :) You had to be in your room by eleven. You had to be "quiet" 'til seven.

Oh! I forgot! You had homework...but it was never bad.

And I only encountered one mean girl. Like, hideously mean. :P BITCH! PS: Claire is a fat girl's name! But everyone else, was really cool, really smart, beautiful, unique, original, and had great style.

Now, travel. I live in New York, about an hour north of the city. The camp is in Roanoke County, Virginia, about an eight-hour drive from home. We stayed overnight in Maryland in the scariest motel ever. The people, my God, they were the most stereotypical people I have ever seen. Cree-pyyy.

So, in a nutshell, I'd go again. But take different classes. I'd probably take the cooking class, or an art class. And rock climbing. And, if I managed to convince you, and you are one of my girlies, I'll go wit' chu. PARTAY LIKE A RAWKSTAH!

Oh my. It looks like I just spelled it in, like, Farsi.

And to my Hollins girls, I love you. And DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME....! ;)

SHOUT-OUT TO:
Morga, Kiki, Zaida, Sarah, Amanda, Erin, Tapley, Elizabeth, Celeste, Haley, Sam, Nicole, Captain Awesome, Maria, Charlotte, and if I forgot you, comment below and yell at me!