For those of you who don’t know, there was a meteor shower last night. From 10:00 pm to 4:00 am, hundreds of shooting stars flew across the sky while most of us slept. I have always loved stargazing and when I was younger, meteor showers counted as one of the few excuses for my brother and I to stay up past bedtime, even on a school night.
My dear friend, Lady Morgan, however, had never seen a shooting star-until last night. She dragged me out of the Shang as I was trying to write this very Password, and we camped under the stars on a blanket crammed with staff. Lady Morgan’s reaction to the first shooting star of the night was almost, in not more enjoyable, than the meteor shower itself. A string of words that I will not repeat flew out of her mouth, and she was particularly floored by how large the star flying through the galaxy looked. Once she got over the size and speed of the shooting star, she was as ready as Galileo himself for the next one.
By the end of the night, we had seen upwards of thirty shooting stars, and Lady Morgan had had her fix. What amused me most was that even the 20th shooting star we saw elicited the same reaction from Lady Morgan, that string of words I still won’t repeat. This got me thinking about how these last few days of camp, we should try to approach things with the same excitement Lady Morgan greeted each star with last night. Peaches for dessert? Embrace it. Swimming the triangle for the hundredth time? Try to enjoy it because in a week’s time, you would give anything to front crawl through the seaweed at the Point.
-Lady Maddie Nash