By Myelle L., Machon 2026
How do I explain how much this CIT program has meant to me?
These past five weeks gave me more than I ever expected. They gave me five off-camp trips, the programs we led, the two talent shows we ran, the carnival we created, and the campers we showed up for.
They gave us the moments where we were scared, together and on our own. The times we laughed so hard we ended up on the floor. The walks we went on, the evening programs we had and led, the free time we spent together, and the menuchas (rest hour) where we’d all complain that we “didn’t do anything,” only to come back the next day to do the exact same thing.
They gave us jam sessions, inside jokes, the songs we sang, and the shiras (song sessions) we spent with smiles on our faces. They gave us moments where we were proud of one another, the sadnas (trainings) where we learned everything we needed to know, and the comfort of knowing you could always walk into the Machon zone just to say hi to whoever happened to be there. We were home.
They gave us the farm, the escape room where we left with thirteen minutes left and almost beat the May record, the bookstore, the pizza restaurant, the Albert Einstein kiss, the Great Wolf Lodge and screaming “birds!” as we flew down the slides or floated in the wave pool, the competitive Magic Quest, the dinner we cooked completely from scratch and shared with Shoresh (camp leadership), the undernight, walking to Mud Lake and the Mariners game.
That time at camp gave us hope. Growth. The siyums (closing circle) led by Ollie and Ari’s incredibly talented voices and guitar. Jess’s constant guidance and support. Jaquie’s “pause, pause, pause.” Arin making sure we stayed together and somehow also got everything done while keeping “lowkasmenuinley” in our vocabulary.
Machon gave us the glances exchanged across the room, the determination to win Maccabiah, even though there could only be one winner, the beanbag stacks, the C-I-dinners, yelling “FOUR!!!!” after the Hamotzi, “weave, weave, weave me the sunshine”, “tires are the things on the car that make contact with the road,” the bird alternate universe, and “the cows go MOO” (lyrics of some of the songs we sing during daily shira!)
They gave us Shabbat sha-raps, the arguments while writing them, the screaming and chaos of such a small group, the friendships we built with many others, the Torah portions we read, chofesh (free choice) blocks, faculsnacks (when camp faculty treats staff and Machon to tasty treats), staff nights, onegs (Friday late night snacks), schedules that Jess somehow managed so everyone got what they wanted, desserts we shared, Walmart and Target trips, billions of steps, countless bug bites, Shabbat shiras where we danced and sang at the top of our lungs, the hugs we gave, the love we showed.
We started as strangers saying our first “hello” and we left with heavy goodbyes.
And somewhere between those two moments, we became a family.
Thank you for every laugh, every challenge, every memory, every lesson, and every moment that made these last five weeks unforgettable.
Knowing all of you has changed me in ways I don’t think I’ll fully understand for a long time.
I will carry this summer and all of you with me wherever I go.
Forever touched, and forever grateful.
I love y’all