It starts to become obvious what a production this is, even compared to the other events of Color War. A few minutes later, the same administrator, walking in the other direction down the hall, now sans-deputies: “One of the puzzles is missing a piece, but we don’t know which puzzle or which piece it is.” An administrator barks into his walkie-talkie: “I’ve deputized the kindergarteners,” and he is indeed trailed by a line of them. The marathon is slated to start in about 15 minutes, which already seems optimistic. That this is analogous to a classic Seinfeld episode is, regrettably, lost on her.
Another Silver Outer Space member mentions that, in the boat race, held in the outdoor pool, Blue Earth launched their vessel on the first whistle, when they were supposed to wait for a second whistle.
#The color war code
As one camper delicately smooths the curve of a painted Mars with his brush, he mentions that someone on Blue Earth told him that “Silver team sucks,” a clear violation of the governing speech code of the Color War. In here, away from the judges and referees - i.e., camp administrators and senior counselors - campers seem to feel that they can speak a little more freely. “Plaque” is even a bit of a misnomer, because the wooden board that they’re working on is probably 6-feet-by-6-feet. Before they begin fight song practice, the generals instruct them to cheer for the other team, which each belligerent in the Color War must do to stay in the good graces of the judges and referees.ĭown the hallway from the practice room, a handful of older kids on the Silver Outer Space team are putting the finishing touches on the plaque. To get the kids sitting back down, the harried generals at the front of the room use an elaborate hand gesture and a command: “Blue – Earth – Is – Cool!” The youngest kids assume the position up front - criss-cross applesauce - and the older kids splay their legs out in the back. Blue Earth’s friendship song is to the tune of Taylor Swift’s “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” and, as it goes with the general population’s experience with a radio-friendly hit, everyone seems shaky on the verses and very solid on the chorus.
It’s actually friendshop song/fight song practice, to be exact, and the distinction seems to be the force with which the lyrics are yelled/sung.
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