Essex 1999:

The Week

Sunday 19990801 - Checkin and Reception
	"Salmon!?"
Monday 19990802 - Camp Lazarus
Tuesday 19990803 - The Arts
	"Jonathan Slain is a Master Martial Artist and could have killed Oather at a whim!" (except of course that a proper Master Martial Artist would never do anything of the sort...) Remember When... Cheryl almost broke her nose because her dance partner dropped her...
Wednesday 19990804
Thursday 19990805
Friday 19990806
	Remember When... Everyone kept popping their heads out of their doors after curfew on Friday trying to get one last look at everyone else... Girls catcalled to all the men in togas from a hotel window... Frat guys called all the men in togas a bunch of weirdos to their faces... Jonathan told the judge that the Essex court needed a stenographer... Everyone said they were getting up at 6 Saturday morning - and no one did? Liz and Ben totally duped us all with their OSU/UM "rivalry"? Justin said "I don't know" on the witness stand about a million times? Lindsay - aka Lins - was giving everyone 4 letter names? the ratio of guys to girls at the dance Friday night was about 1:3?
Saturday 19990807
	The Talent Show

The Gifted

by Karl Brown
(based on "the freshmen" by the verve pipe)

So much younger two months ago
Before that trip to OSU, to that nerd camp
Now I'm searching in vain to find some scrap of that time
The week I left with memories and a lump in my throat...

Chorus: The rest they just don't understand
        What lies behind this smiling face
        The rest they could not understand it
        Just what I miss about that place

        For the life of me, i could not imagine
        From 67 strangers finding so many kindred ties
        For the life of me, i could not imagine
        Redefining everything that I now call "gifted."

My best friends took a week to get sick of the stories
Of Scrabble, High Street, and the musical Steves
Sleepless nights, your mom, and the flagburning hoax
I think about it now and hope I never will forget that Nerd Camp.

Chorus

Tried to jump back into my old life
Without that piece of me left in the Taylor dorm
Now I'm alone in a crowd of my closest friends
Will I ever find that place again, where the strangers know me?

Chorus...

They call us the gifted....