On a mostly unrelated but slightly related note, I’m quite tired of pop culture trying to convince everyone that band camp is a giant orgy. First American Pie, now with this. Having been to many-a-band camp, I can vouch for the falsity of these statements. Though, I admit, there is always a brewing bandlationship or two, and people, on occasion, have been caught making out in the tuba storage room, we really do spend ninety percent of the time playing instruments at band camp. The rest of our time is spent sleeping (alone), eating, playing spoons and icing our faces. So I think writers need to get a new hook-up camp. Why can’t they get pregnant at AV camp or something?