User:Rgneezy

Who is Ron?

• I'm Ron Gneezy
• This page uses another user's page as a template
• E-Mail: rgneezy@gmail.com
• I am a CTYer

Courses

• PRN.19.1 - SPUB

Blurb is the Wurb

So, yeah, I have only spent one summer at CTY, but you wanna know something? It was by far the best summer of my life, the best camp I've been at, and one of the best classes I've ever been in. I chose a class I knew I had little experience in, and had some of the most fun of my life and learned more than I think I have in any other class. I loved the Instructor and TA, I loved my RA and co-RA, I loved my roommates, and I was able to make fast friends with so many people from so many classes, from my own SPUB classmates, to HTEC A and HTEC B mirroring us, to all the cool people in EPI A and B, and I met so many great friends in PSME. The people here were the only ones who ever managed to get me to play Pokemon GO, and I ended up going to all 3 Pokemon GO walks that were held during camp. I would say I had more fun in the one hour fountain activity than I had in all my past camps combined, and I've yet to mention the traditions. Even at Princeton, the least tradition based of all the current sites, the tradition that was there was amazing to me. I was extremely on board with the idea of us starting Blammo back up after its hiatus of a few years, even though I wouldn't have been one of the Blammo gods. Unfortunately, that wouldn't come to pass, as the spoons didn't arrive in time (we could have just gotten them from Wawa, guys). I quickly fell in love with all the High Holy Canon, including Mr. Brightside, a song I'd always been ambivalent about. I can't hear American Pie, a song which has always been energetic to me, without crying. Sadness over the end hit me on the last Wednesday, the moment somebody mentioned that this was the final activity. This sadness would proceed to hit a fever pitch at several points over the last Thursday and Friday: getting dressed for the last dance, the last verse of American Pie, the first goodbyes being said after the end of the dance, and it detonated at Passionfruit, where I gave a speech about all the years of camps I'd been to, the tragically anger-prone child I was there, unable to make friends, and then moving into how CTY was as far away as possible from that. I talked about how I made all these friends, managed to never be truly angry, and truly be myself. I was hoping that would be the end of my crying like a child, but NOPE. Each and every goodbye I gave, from the members of my class to the RAs to the members of the other classes made me cry more and more. PCTYD hit me hard. As of now, three weeks since the end of the session, I am still going through PCTYD, as evidenced by me making this massive "blurb". I miss CTY more than I have ever missed any of my friends of many years, and feel like I made better friends here than at any school. I came to CTY expecting some heavy courses, and I found some enjoyable, very challenging coursework, on top of the best social experiences I have ever had.

Passionfruit Speech

(To be added. Also, as a quick side note, I never wrote this down, so this will be heavily paraphrased.)