Thirteen and a half years ago, in 2013, Writopia was no longer brand new. It ran year-round programs, but didn’t yet have a sleepaway camp. It held a fun, writing-based day camp for kids in New York City that was loved by
WriCampia Sweatshirt 2026 This year, when campers first reached into their drawstring bags, they pulled out neon-orange colored hoodies. Some shook their heads in disapproval and carelessly threw their sweatshirts on the table, while others smiled and pulled them right on top
Never before has WriCampia had so many counselors returning after being campers. This summer, 2026 sets the record with 33% of staff who were once WriCampians. In the weeks leading up to camp, my phone was buzzing with texts from the group
Every year since 2022, I’ve written about the Gaga Ball Pit near Lower and Middle Camp. But now that I’m an Upper Camper, I live in Acres—meaning that I need to write the first ever article on the Pavilion. For those who
What happens to all of this uneaten food? I pondered this question as I dumped my workshop’s tray of uneaten spaghetti into the compost bin, the tomato sauce splattering the layers of old food from earlier in the week. Food waste is
Hickory Tussock Moth by Sienna Goldburd, age 10 “I was working outside during a workshop when I looked down and saw one of those black and white caterpillars crawling toward me about an inch away from my leg,” Sofia K., Senior Camper,
On Thursday, Aug. 13, right before dinner started, over 200 campers of all ages stood outside the dining hall, waiting for the cookout to be ready. The chefs outside appeared calm, but behind the scenes was a whole different story. All of
The fire blazed before us, contrasting the night sky perfectly. Everyone was there, from senior to lower; the whole camp gathered around the annual campfire. One by one, singers from both songwriting and all other corners of camp went up to join
Late Night Spotlight: Voice, Culture, Race by Ayana Alamgir, age 14, and Neva Almeida Oliver, age 15
Voice, Culture, Race, otherwise known as VCR, is a place of comfort, joy, and safety for many campers of color, marginalized identities, and white allies. Whether it’s playing a heated Family Feud, having conversations about family traditions, or talking about our racial
On my second night of camp, I was missing my dog. My siblings and parents, too, but mainly my dog. I suddenly had an idea about what to write for newspaper. At WriCampia, we are a very accepting and loving bunch. Accommodations