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My summer camp nemesis was a wiry, thin-lipped, sneering eleven-year-old I'll call Hannah. Hannah attended an elite Manhattan prep school and decided early on during our stay in upstate New York that I was a hick. She taunted me endlessly for my lack of sophistication; for example, I didn't know what "peckerhead" meant, which apparently illustrated my state of overall loserdom and gave her a reason to use the word against me for the rest of the summer. [What DOES peckerhead mean? -Ed.] Even worse, I had to bunk with Hannah and her best friend, giving both the opportunity to be cruel to me in various overt and passive ways, like ignoring our morning cleaning ritual and leaving me to clean the entire cabin without them. (That lasted for at least a week until our counselor found me crying on the floor in a heap of their Benetton sweatshirts.) But I'm not the only one who experienced a Lord of the Flies-ish summer camp experience! In today's NY Observer, recently-wed writer Spencer Morgan writes about his experiences at camps as far-flung as Canada, and he doesn't skimp on sordid details, like his run-in with "raw" anus. More »
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