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What Science Means to Me

The following is a poem written by Sci-Tech Camper Samantha about what science means to her. 

To​ ​me,​ ​science​ ​is​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​summer.

The​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​feet​ ​pounding​ ​the​ ​floor,

Voices​ ​rising​ ​and​ ​falling​ ​in​ ​a​ ​long​ ​hallway.

To​ ​me,​ ​science​ ​is​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​us

Dancing​ ​and​ ​singing,​ ​jumping​ ​and​ ​clapping

Science​ ​is​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​13​ ​girls,

Lying​ ​in​ ​a​ ​field,​ ​under​ ​the​ ​stars,

Sitting​ ​in​ ​a​ ​hallway,​ ​laughing,

With​ ​scissors​ ​and​ ​string​ ​being​ ​passed around

Voices​ ​rising​ ​and​ ​falling,​ ​being​ ​told​ ​off​ ​for being​ ​too​ ​loud​ ​by​ ​counselors​ ​who​ ​are​ ​being loud​ ​themselves

Science​ ​is​ ​getting​ ​up​ ​at​ ​7am

To​ ​clean,​ ​then​ ​go​ ​to​ ​our​ ​space.

The​ ​space

And​ ​area​ ​of​ ​together.

Watching​ ​chemicals​ ​mix

Then​ ​slowly

Slowly

Watching​ ​what​ ​happens​ ​with​ ​a​ ​loud

CRACK

Science​ ​is​ ​lying​ ​awake​ ​at​ ​night,

Sweating

Being​ ​tired​ ​when​ ​7:00​ ​rolls​ ​around

But​ ​quickly​ ​waking​ ​up

Science​ ​is​ ​learning

Growing

Changing

Making​ ​new​ ​friends

Playing​ ​new​ ​games

Insane​ ​jokes​ ​that​ ​make​ ​no​ ​sense

The​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​showers​ ​rapidly​ ​turning​ ​on and​ ​off​ ​as​ ​we​ ​speed​ ​through​ ​them

Science​ ​is​ ​hugs

Science​ ​is​ ​a​ ​small​ ​room

Cramped,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​desk,​ ​a​ ​bunk​ ​bed,​ ​and​ ​two dressers

Barely​ ​room​ ​to​ ​walk

Science​ ​is​ ​package​ ​slips,​ ​walking​ ​into​ ​the office

Science​ ​is​ ​Shabbat

White​ ​dresses

The​ ​thirteen​ ​of​ ​us

Singing,​ ​Dancing,​ ​Praying.

Color​ ​wars

Us​ ​turned​ ​against​ ​each​ ​other

But​ ​only​ ​for​ ​a​ ​day

Only​ ​for​ ​an​ ​afternoon.

Hoping​ ​for​ ​the​ ​summer​ ​to​ ​never​ ​end

For​ ​us​ ​never​ ​to​ ​have​ ​to​ ​part

Science​ ​is​ ​our​ ​last​ ​night,​ ​seeing​ ​each other’s​ ​work

Films​ ​and​ ​Biology

Programming​ ​and​ ​Earth​ ​&​ ​Sky

Then

A​ ​circle

Our​ ​arms​ ​around​ ​each​ ​other singing​ ​for​ ​the​ ​last​ ​time

Then

Hugging​ ​and​ ​crying,​ ​singing​ ​our​ ​last​ ​song

Never​ ​wanting​ ​it​ ​to​ ​end

Our​ ​tears​ ​drip​ ​to​ ​the​ ​floor

Fully​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other

Our​ ​voices​ ​echo

Around​ ​the​ ​remains​ ​of​ ​our​ ​projects

Around​ ​the​ ​stethoscopes​ ​and​ ​fingerprints

Around​ ​the​ ​computers

Around​ ​the​ ​hockey​ ​rink

On​ ​our​ ​last​ ​night​ ​of​ ​camp

Science​ ​camp.

Science​ ​is​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​summer

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