The CIT Tryouts held today contained a rite of passage not to missed by camp staff. Â For lunch, each participant had to prepare a foil pack lunch and properly cook the pack over a charcoal bed for about 8 minutes a side. Â The trick is flipping the pack and with only one pair of heat-resistant gloves competition for said gloves would be fierce. Â These kids were a bit more introverted than normal and I saw roughly half the participants look for who had the gloves, realize they didn’t want to ask them for it, try to turn the packet over by hand, burn themselves, shake their hands fiercely to cool themselves down and then ask for the gloves. Â After the first four burn victims I assumed they’d see what was happening and simply ask for the gloves, luckily to my amusement, they did not.
Tag: CIT tryout
Dave's not here, man
At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies. Â During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”
Dave's not here, man
At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies. Â During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”