Steve Porter, in a towel (and, apparently, nothing else) in the PUB last night, being told that there is a "no shirt, no shoes, no service" rule. Although many theories have been formed, he simply locked himself out of his room while showering and was retrieving his key.

Cheerleaders, with forks up their noses, acting almost exactly not like cheerleaders.

Many of last year's campers returning for a grand old time at the Satori Dance.

A freakish Barbie, covered in corporate logos, now residing in Room 206.

A squishy purple brain, being tossed around in the "Your Brain" class yesterday, that eventually took to riding around, parrot style, on camper's shoulders.

BJ and Sara, walking around the hallways at about 11:45 last night, asking half asleep campers if they wanted popsicles.

Heard

"Nathan would have made a very good girl..." BJ said, referring to Nathan Collins, in Harold this morning.

"Henry the Eighth", by Herman's Hermits, played at the dance last night.

By word of mouth, many campers have heard that all of the counselors and CIT's ate the remainder of the popsicles that sleepy campers refused last night. Apparently, BJ (counselor) and Matt (CIT) had a combined 12 popsicles... and still have purple tongues.

"Ah-HA! See, you DO like socialism!" Chris said, after telling Harold reporters he had BJ's wallet and was going to distribute his change evenly amongst them.