As a band geek, I went to Band Camp every year in highschool. Worst thing we did was a bra & panty raid on a girls' cabin, wait until early morning, and hoist the trophies up the flag pole, which was outside the mess hall (renamed Mass Hell), and waited for everyone to show up for breakfast. We padlocked the halyard, so it took awhile to lower the 'flags'.

Got down and dirty in the Native American Lore shack (formally the Indian Lore shack). Skinny dipping in the pool while the kids were asleep. Raiding the boys camp...

Other people's stories are so much better from my camp, like the girl that was caught going down on a boy in the Messhall bathroom. Or the boy that hobbled through the woods with a bum knee on crutches to get to the girls tents. Even the infamous coed sleepouts that happened until one guy was found in another girls sleeping bag...

Those aren't even the rumors...

I'm a camp baby, spent every summer since I was nine at camp. Wet Hot American Summer was shot down the road from mine. And it was frighteningly too similar to how camp really was, all the way down to the camp cook...who looked way too much and acted way too much like ours...And going into town? Identical antics (I politely declined to participate in the drug activity)