I go to Jesus camp. Every summer for at least one week I am in the middle of the woods in New Hampshire, no television, no phones, no WiFi. Just myself and a bunch of Greek Orthodox Christians kids all pretty much under the age of eighteen. We are not all Greek and not all orthodox but we all get so close over that week it’s like we are one giant family of crazy people who scream and yell to “Country Roads Take Me Home,” “Build Me Up Buttercup” or the American and Greek national anthems. By the end of the week my voice is so gone you would think I had been smoking cigarettes for forty three years.
Sadly, many kids I know have never experienced something like “summer camp.” Especially one with a bunch of Greeks in it. Being able to just run around and not worry about “the real world” is something that creates bonds with people that if you were in school together would never create. I remember one year a friend of mine on the last night stood up to reflect on the week and said, “in one week, we create bonds that we can’t even begin to develop in the 180 days of school.” This statement is one of the most true things I’ve ever heard. Even though many of my camp friends live hours away we still contact each other, some I even write letters too. We even manage to find time to go to Boston and meet up for a day, go to each others dances or even stay at someone’s house for a long weekend (one time we had about twenty kids in one house). The bonds we created are not something that we forget when we leave camp. Rather we grow up together and develop friendships that can never be from just school alone.
When I say school isn’t my community I mean it. Yes I have friends here but school is not where I create bonds. Spending time outside of school with friends is how I find friends and family.
Kristina Arabatzis


Each Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday I pick up my navy-blue drawstring bag and race to the Biddeford Mills. This is the location of Dance House Productions, the dance studio I consider my second home. One takes in the warm lights and the park benches almost immediately, a breath of fresh air from the mundaneness of the world outside. Music pounds from the dance class in progress, only ceasing for corrections and laughter. I love it here.

