OMG Erin, were you also a JCLer? I went to national latin conventions every year through high school. I liked how i was totally cool and popular there, tho most certainly not at school.

Latin Camp taught me how to be a sarcastic bitch! And a perv! I went to Denver in, I think, 1988 and Pittsburg in 89. I was the Queen of Derivitives. Grammar, NSM.

Ah, Latin Camp. Where I first was cool, played "Suck Me, Blow Me" in a toga, and its collective effect allowed me to finally muster the courage to, when I returned to high school my senior year, and a lad in a popular coterie of boys grabbed his crotch and said "Bite me," be able to coolly raise an eyebrow and say "I don't eat rotten meat."

Ah, pubescent turning points. Ah, JCL.

Erin, was the president still Dr. Richard Beaton, aka as DICK BEATIN', among the JCLers, when you were involved? Heh.

(I also slapped my first boy at Latin Camp. Not because he was fresh or anything; because he was a dick, and because I could. Poor kid.)

{{Shir}} Hope you get through the day OK.

Okay, now I need to know what the best twitter application is.

I love Mixero. It's for people who follow too many people. It's a bit tricky to set up, but once you've got it how you want it, it's great.

What Twitter needs is some kind of list/filter function so that when I get horribly behind, I can catch up on just the people I know in real life.

Twitter has lists, and Mixero makes it easy to work with them. (I do not actually sell this product.) TweetDeck's also not bad for lists/groups.

In the hair-shaving discussion: I have way too much hair. I got bored of having to shave it every day, and just stopped wearing sleeveless things. I hate my legs so mostly wear trousers/long skirts even in the summer, and I would look ridiculous in a bikini. So, once a month at most, basically. (It's nice that The Girl doesn't mind.) I bleach the hair on my face. Doctor thinks I might have PCOS. Would explain a lot.

My other problem is hair on my chest areas, long black ugly hairs that are prone to getting ingrown after they've been plucked.

Cutting just above the root seems to be an OK solution there.

Erin, was the president still Dr. Richard Beaton, aka as DICK BEATIN', among the JCLers, when you were involved? Heh.

I don't think so. My stint would have been 90-94 and i sure don't recall THAT name! I made a rockin' Dido costume, tho, and subsequently used it for three years running. All black with glitter trim. Stood out nicely amid the bedsheet togas.

Body hair and Latin camp. What would I do without y'all?

This one time at science camp....

Oh dear heavens, I'm watching Steel Magnolias-- peplums, pastels, big hair, and bows (ass and hair) galore. It's like a smorgasbord of every bad southern 80s fashion tragedy.

"My colors are blush and bashful."

"Your colors are PINK and PINK."

I've never shaved my head but I did buzz it once by accident. I thought the guard was longer... it was 1/4". My mother had a hissy fit (I was 27 at the time). Not my best look ever, but I liked all the head rubs I got.

I went to Governor's School, a six week summer camp where you could specialize in one of 9 or 10 subjects (French was mine) and also learn about philosophy and social issues. It was REVELATORY. Smart people not ashamed to be smart! Allowed to be other things besides smart! Lordy, was I miserable at high school after that, especially since I went before junior year and most everyone else were rising seniors. I stayed up all hours talking to my roommate(and got very sick due to sleep dep), played beach volleyball everyday, became a fierce player of Egyptian Rat Screw, kissed two boys (both of whom dissed me, the jerks), watched a hell of a lot of music videos (that was the summer of November Rain), and yes, learned quite a lot of French. Good freaking times.

We don't have summer camps, really. There are a few, but it's not a British tradition. We spent summers with our grandparents who lived at the seaside, being taken to donkey sanctuaries.

There was an unsuccessful attempt, one Easter break (two-week school holiday), to send me and my sister to a sports week at the local leisure centre. My sister did gymnastics and had a fantastic time. I eventually discovered, to my great relief, that the less cool kids were doing art and crafts in a tiny room upstairs. I was not surviving well.

OMG Erin, were you also a JCLer?

Another JCLer here, at least during the two years I took Latin. Our school was something of a force at state conventions, mainly because Mrs. Silness was such a live-wire teacher that she had no trouble keeping classes interesting. My Certamen specialty was history, but I could at least pitch in just about anywhere.

It was REVELATORY. Smart people not ashamed to be smart! Allowed to be other things besides smart!

Science camp was similar in that regard. Definitely a taste of the better aspects of uni (which at least one h.s. teacher had promised, that as miserable as I was there, I would love being in college).

I was the only kid at our school to go, but I went 2 years because I had such a good time. It was the only camp I ever went to, besides Bible camp when I was a kid, which was Arts&Crafts, with a leetle mellow Jesus singing Kumbayya by the campfire.