User:CTY

Hello,

      Since you are reading this, chances are, you are/was/will be a CTYer. Whether you are a seven-year satan or a one-hit wonder, I welcome you to my page. In actuality, I am only a two-year tragedy myself; that's right, as of 2012, I have officially aged out (insert sob).
      First off, you may be wondering why I have coined the name of our beloved camp into a username. Actually...I didn't; my legitimate initials are CTY. Coincidence, I know, but I can't help but feel proud/special.
      Next, some of my site history:
      -2011.1.SAR.FPHS Chemistry
      -2012.1.SAR.Cryptology
      Yup, it looks pretty measly when compared with the people who double session several years; in my defense, I had to raise 100% of the cash for camp, and that is not cheap.

      Anyway, typical introduction aside, I shall start rambling about my CTY-related attributes.
      I come from a school that grants high school credits for specific classes during camp: FPHS Chemistry was one of them. In other words, I first came to CTY because I needed the chemistry credit so I could take AP Physics B sophomore year. I was surprised.
      Being someone who had never fit in before, I found the closely knit community of CTY very foreign. The closest I had ever come to hug someone was high-fiving him/her. Yeah. Pretty bad. After the culture shock, I realized that everyone was like me. We all have at least one of society's screws loose. I was elated - I was among my kind.
      Thus, throughout my first year, I participated in all of the traditions, even going to Passionfruit in the early morning without knowing exactly what it was. One of my favorite traditions was glowstringing (raving in CTY lingo). I still practiced about three days every week even after I was gone. When I left home in 2011, I was one of the lucky one-mores who recieved a staff lanyard.
      Coming back was unexpected - after all, I got my chemistry credit and camp was expensive. After half a year of campaigning, my parents gave me the opportunity to come again, on one condition: pay for it. So then I became the fifteen-year-old who always needed money.
      In the long and short of it, I got the money, and came for 2012. Yay!