Jordan

Jordan was always the quiet one. He had little to say, but there's no less to say about him. Dark hair always framed the top of his eyes and his face was sort of hidden. He is one of the LITs I have lost touch with since school started. But if I think a little, a lot of memories surface of him at camp. He was very quiet in the first week, but by the end of the second week he had opened up and we knew him better. He never had much to say, but the few things he did say were perfectly timed and hilarious, and if you didn’t hear what he said, you missed the whole joke. Not only that, Jordan was one of the best hoppers from our group. As LITs, we had to help with some of the work around camp, and that included dish-washing the dinner dishes, and serving platters of food during meals. We had to hop tables about twice a week. Jordan was particularly good at weaving through the masses of campers with full platters. He worked at the canoe docks and kept kids busy while they were waiting for a boat, and he’s really good at picking out the quiet kids and chatting them up. He looked most comfortable outside, especially on the docks that final week. He starting ordering around the kids and telling the little ones to put away their life jackets after they went out in the boats. He was great at engaging possible troublemakers with turtle races. He was quiet at first, but when he spoke up he surprised us all.

Stay awesome, Jordan.
Claire

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