Live from camp: Exercising more, exploring town and reporting my story

Today, I woke up to a cheery version of “Magic” by Selena Gomez. It was enchanting and gave me a lively boost not unlike my Mango-A-Go-Go smoothie I got this morning. Belinda and I actually woke up at 6:00 a.m. for a stimulating hour-and-a-half trek to the glorious Jamba Juice.

After yesterday’s seminar conducted by Cara McNulty, the Statewide Health Improvement Program manager, we were convinced to take on the challenge of thirty minutes of exercise per day.

We stopped by scenic landmarks such as my school, St. Paul Academy, and Breadsmith. It was a long and tedious journey with all the animal ambushes we encountered. Trust me. There were tons of squirrels and rabbits that kept popping up, scaring the poop out of us. But we finally got there.

Last night, we ate at the Global Market. After walking through the aisles, we settled on some Asian food and ordered bubble tea and chicken. Belinda started gagging and spitted up a pearl while drinking her bubble tea. Apparently, she didn’t know about the tapioca pearls inside bubble tea.

We also saw the play Pa’s Hat: A Liberian Legacy at the Pillsbury House Theatre (like the doughboy). It was about a super upset Cora who decides to go to Liberia with her father to visit his parents’ graves. They get captured by Femor, a 14-year-old commander of the Liberian Army. He’s an interesting character with his blonde wig and pink sunglasses. Overall, it’s a play of deep meaning and sprinkles of funny stuff, and I loved Regina Williams’ (the actress) portrayal of Cora’s bratty temper.

Well, like Grace, I also participated in Mafia. And yes, I was a murderer. And yes, I destroyed all the other townspeople of Happyville.

Anyways, today Rebecca, Grace, Iman, and I went to the Teen Age Medical Service Clinic to interview some peer educators and a medical expert on Chlamydia. We listened to the peer educators’ experience with the common misconceptions of reproductive health. It was…interesting. Let’s just say the gravity (or jumping up and down) is not a form of birth control.

Bye.

— Allison Wang, ThreeSixty 2010

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