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MEG'S BLOG ...
Bars of Soap
6/17/2008

I hate the end of a bar of soap. I really do. You get in the shower and there it is: a tiny piece of good smelling squishy goo just waiting for you to use it up. So you grab it and start using it as fast as possible as if the faster you use it, the longer it will last. Suddenly there is no more and you’re stuck, so you either change to the liquid stuff or grab another bar.  Either way, it’s a different smell.

The end of school is like the end of a bar of soap. We all rush to have the best moments with our friends, and work really hard at the end of the school, as if the better times we have, the longer the time will last. And in the end, time does seem to run out, forcing us to move on to the next adventure – the next bar of soap. Most of the time we are pleased with our new smell, but we do miss the memories that we associate with the old one.

Just like the bars of soap, we’ll miss the seniors, but, as the cliché goes “our memories will live on in my heart.” It’s hard to believe that this year is over and that I’ll be a junior in the fall. However, I have a pretty full – extra good-smelling “bar of soap” - summer ahead of me. While my friends get jobs around town, I am at rehearsal getting ready for my show “Bye Bye Birdie”, which opens in 3 days! As Kim McAfee, my job is pretty basic, look pretty, sing, and don’t trip in the very “poofy” dress I have to wear. After two weekends of that, seven shows, I am off to the Scholar Athlete Games where by day I will be playing field hockey and by night I will be discussing political/world issues with other students and prominent figures such as Colin Powell. After that it is off to the Boston/Cape Cod area where I will meet my friend Rosalie from France. Last summer I stayed with her in Dijon for the “French Experience” so this summer she is coming for an All-American summer. We’ll spend a week jetting around Massachusetts, visiting friends and lying on the beach, and then it will be back to Maine for some lobster and some typical Maine adventures. Then I will be going to one of my favorite places on earth: Otisfield Maine on Pleasant Lake, or, as most people know it, Seeds of Peace.

Seeds of Peace is a magical place. Not because there are fairies or genies, but because it is a place where Palestinians and Israelis come together and discuss the conflict in the Middle East. Americans (with a special program for Maine kids) are invited, but, usually for the first time, they are just there to listen and learn. And learn is what we do. I am going back for my second year so I already know what to expect. However, as a first year camper, I was petrified. Did I know enough? Was I going to understand what they were talking about? But nothing I read, saw in the news, or heard from friends could have prepared me for the magic that I experienced. I learned more about people than one could ever hope too. I learned to listen and to really hear what people are saying rather than just listening and moving on. I learned how to really try and put myself into somebody else’s shoes. Above all, I learned that peace really is possible, because when you are sitting around a campfire with 3 Israelis on your left, and 4 Palestinians on your right and a few Americans scattered around and you’re all talking about how awesome lunch was and how we can’t wait for the soccer game tomorrow, you are forced to come to the conclusion that this world doesn’t have to be about whose land belongs to whom, it can be about friendship, love, and who gets the last s’more.

So, that’s my new bar of soap. I’ll miss the old one, and I’ll probably revisit it a few times, just to make sure I haven’t lost touch with it completely, but I’m excited for my new bar, and I hope you are too. Congratulations Class of 2008; we’ll really miss you, and good luck with your brand new bars of soap.