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Hour, our Best Day.
And my Truest Hour happened to stretch over three weeks. On the campus of Dickinson
College.
I guess I thought if I didn't go with the friends beloved of JHU. 1'96, I'd leave the guilt behind.
Wrong. But, now, I've finally left it behind.
But a combination of that and my Email dying on me led me to the place that I love best...
Carlisle. I lived Me. A euphoric 3 weeks, where I felt all the ups and downs of CTY again,
only this time with all my instincts in full control. Fate does crazy things. But she knows what
she's doing.
How did I deal with social circles? After that 1st year, I've had a much larger circle in Cherry
Hill. But it was still a circle; closed off.
One of the best things about CAR.1, was that I had no circle. I bonded with the whole.
Untrue at Hopkins. I definitely stayed within a group there. Dont' get me wrong; I love my
friends from Hopkins---always a place in my heart from them.
This year was the best, simply because though the guy from '94, '95 is still here, he's shed his
skin of disguise. And guess who popped out? Me.
I asked someone out who I was sincerely interested in. And though I eventually got blown off,
I know it was for the best. I had my share of pain. But I had my share of joy, too. More than
my share of both.
But those of you who've had the best year, or those of you who will, know what took place,
or what will. So accept a wink and secret smile for the third year of my three week bliss.
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Hold it; story's not over yet. I stepped out of my sheddings, but I hadn't shut the door on them
yet. But that action happened because of CTY, as well.
I wrote a little, and called a bit. I'm a lucky guy; two Carlislers live in my area; Howard
Megdal lives a block from me, literally, and Jeff Morrow lives 5 min by car.
But I didn't call Howard over, and Jeff left for Camp Harlam in Cunkletown, PA (you don't
want to know). I spent the time looking inwards, and I liked what I saw. Then I looked back,
and realized that what I saw behind CTY wasn't me. So, taking the confidence vested in me
by a cetrain three-lettered abbreviation, I gathered up the abstract sheddings, and CHUCKed
them out (the concrete sheddings; old certificates, trophies, letters, other adornments, and old
school books, notebooks--- they all got CHUCKed into a box, and into a storeroom). And I
shut the door on it with the sureness I felt inside. Which I still feel inside.
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Then something really weird happened. See Phenomenon yet? Go see it if you haven't. I saw
it, but important parts got interrupted by a faulty projector, and they didn't rewind the five
minutes that passed. ... where's the Carlisle theatre when you need it? Anyway, something
instantaneous happened to me, and I can't go back. (No, no flash of light blinded me. That
wasn't the point of the movie, anyway! Go see it again! I plan to...)
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