Summer Camp: The Best (Or Worst!) Eight Weeks Of Your Life

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,… » 5/28/08 2:00pm 5/28/08 2:00pm