In a phrase to cut these lips

Shakespeare, scurvy, and everything in between.

WKWSCIFOC ‘11

In the year that transpired between WKWSCIFOC ‘10 and now I forgot how beautiful it is to be subsumed into a convulsing horde of cheering, shouting masses and to throw oneself, completely and fearlessly, into the moment. But watching (with much pride) the newly-minted sophomores all grown up and running the camp, living and loving every second of it, reminded me why Wee do this again year after year, and how much I have come to fucking love this school. 

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