Editor's Picks: Be True to Your School

There were a few unwritten rules at the day camp I attended as a child: Rain was to be called "liquid sunshine," Quench gum was currency, and Fridays were Beach Boys days. The end of every week held eight hours of non-stop Beach Boys tunes over the loudspeakers. Thus, at a young age, I learned every word of the entire Beach Boys collection and would belt out "Help Me, Rhonda" whenever it pleased me, much to the disdain of anyone within earshot. (Sidenote: Liquid sunshine actually sounds really scary.)