Summer camp should not be miserable. Best friends should not turn on you. Holding yourself back is not worth missed opportunities. Summer camp of 2014 was not only quite frankly miserable, but taught me an important life lesson; you should not hold yourself back to let others thrive. The golden July sun peeked through the clouds on an early Monday morning. We piled bags, full and overpacked, into the trunk of our car. As preposterous as it sounds, a weeklong overnight stay at a summer camp was a declaration of my independence. I was eleven, almost twelve years old, and about to enter middle school. Like most of kids my age, I was eager to be mature and independent, and this trip with my two closet dance friends seemed like a perfect way to begin the rest of my summer. After what seemed like a lifetime, we finally …show more content…
The girls ignored and beat me down. Anything I did didn’t seem good enough to them, and I didn’t know why. I soon found out. I had just walked out of the cabins and scanned around the campus for them. Though they were treating me horribly, I still wanted to try to be okay with them. Eventually I found them. They were at the park, sitting at the top of a play house. I went over to them and began to climb up the ladder as something caught my attention. They were saying my name. I froze. I heard each word they said. “She is such a bad dancer.” “The only reason she has good roles is because she is the favorite.” “She is annoying.” “Why does she think she is so good?” “The group would be better without her.” My stomach sinking, I felt a wave of embarrassment. Suddenly they looked over and their eyes locked with mine, filled with the beginnings of tears. I turned away quickly, running away as fast as I could. I face burned with anger and my throat stung with sadness. Why would the people who meant the most to me turn on me? Why would they say those things? What did I do? And most of all, is what they said about me
Stories from the Civil War often are told from a man's perspective and rarely from a woman's point of view. In 1902, Susie King Taylor wrote her memoir, Reminiscences of My Life in Camp with the 33d United States Colored Troops Late 1st S. C. Volunteers, to explain her role in the war as a wife to a soldier, the regiments' laundress, a teacher, and a nurse. Taylor is famously known for being the first black nurse during the Civil War, but her memoir gives historians a closer look at her life and multiple roles during the war. In 1848, Taylor was born into slavery in Savannah, Georgia.
Twenty-two children--a record figure for my childhood--attended my sixth birthday party” (367). The kids were able to make friends and explore their talents easily because of the available communication within the camp. Rather than focusing on the dreadful parts of it, the youth of the imprisonment camp learned to team up to find joy within the
Week after week, I continued to grin and bare it until finally, I reached my last week. As I finally sat down at my last meeting of my last day, I listened to our boss talk about all the positive feedback the camp was getting from both parents and campers. The majority of the girls who came had had the time of their lives. In the end, that was just what made all our suffering worthwhile. I sat and looked around at all the familiar faces I had come to know so well in so little time.
To understand this project I will need to explain my whole experience from the beginning. My first experience working at a summer camp was the summer of 2001. I was working as a Camp Clerk for Camp Spencer, a sub camp of Broad Creek Memorial Scout Reservation, the local scout camp of Baltimore Area Council. It was very interesting
Suddenly, the connection I felt with them all the years prior began to fade and it felt like I was talking to strangers whenever we communicated. At the time, this had such a huge impact on my life. I was in my peak year of middle school, I was starting to figure out who I was, and these were people I had grown up with and whose company I felt familiar with. I had decided to branch out and do something that I had not felt comfortable enough in my own skin to do. Receiving judgement for my own personal leap of faith, taught me that happiness within yourself is the most important happiness you can have.
A second paid opportunity I have had serving children has been working as summer camp counselor for the past three summers. Each summer since May 2013, Warren W. Willis United Methodist Summer Camp has provided me with the opportunity to mentor a wide variety of children ranging in ages from rising fourth grade to newly graduated high school seniors. Here I have taken on many roles of mentor, advocate, listener, friend, small group leader, activities facilitator, etc. Here I have interacted with children and adolescents of all backgrounds and cultures.
I reached out to my high school’s summer school program last summer and volunteered as a tutor for the majority of the summer. There, I tutored in various subjects in math to summer school students, helping a lot of students pass their required coursework. I continued my tutoring agenda by helping ELL students learn English that very summer at a Minneapolis high school. Called the Summer Academy, the summer school program was designed to help new immigrant students receive an academic boost before the school year began. I was able to ease the learning process by helping several students by conversing in a language they were fluent in, Somali.
Finally, after nearly 2 weeks of driving we arrived in California. In the beggining, work was hard. My brother, father, and I worked for long hot days in the long fields with many other children,and fathers. Eventually, we started getting the hang of things,but it definitely wasn’t any easier. My mom cleaned and cooked, well Anna made new friends in the camp.
It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
Since the ripe age of twelve years old, I have been attending one of the best kept secrets of the Shenandoah Valley; Camp Strawderman. The ideals Strawderman implements are to make girls so happy they will share their happiness with others, to create friendships that shall last through life, and to bring out the hidden possibilities that lie within each girl. Helping girls to find themselves is a big aspect of both my time as a camper and as a counselor in training, called “T.A.”. I grew a deep love for helping other girls who had stumbled upon Strawderman to gain as much as they could out of their stay. As an older girl, all you can hope for is that you have made someone else’s stay just as wonderful as yours your first year at camp.
They were holding you back from everything, actually. Even happiness. All you wanted was to be alone. To be able to do things for yourself. To escape.
Elie Wiesel’s work, Night, published in 1958, demonstrates the struggles Jewish society and other minorities faced in order to live a life of liberty. I, myself, felt bound and trapped, but not by iron doors, but by words. Even though being open and social can help communication growth, rudeness and unnecessary judgement can hinder one’s ability to be social and make them feel like expressing themselves is not possible. August 21, 2010, as my mother pulled up to the side of Georgetown Middle School, I remember thinking “I hope Mrs. Hope gives me hope.” My blood was pounding from the adrenaline, and my stomach was in knots knowing that in a few moments, I would be taking my first steps into an unusual environment for the next three years.
You may not realize it now, but your teachers and guardians are on your side. Being hateful towards them will not solve any of your problems. Also, never forget to tell your loved ones that you love them; you can never truly tell a person you love them too much. You never know what you have until it is gone. Be present.
Everything happened last summer during vacation. Every year my family plans some wild, adventurous trip, and last year we were going to visit some of the states in the northeastern United States. The trip was going fine until we arrived at the state of New Hampshire. We were going to camp there for a few days, and that was when my parents announced that we were all going to climb Mount Washington. I was not too thrilled by this idea, in fact, I was relatively annoyed.
We can build a beautiful city, yes we can, yes we can. This was just one of the many songs I sang during my time as a camper, service worker, counselor in training, and counselor at Camp Saint Andrew. This camp was the foundation of friendships and memories, it helped young children to take that first step into the long venture of discovering who they were. This is one of the very few places that one encounters in life that is so inexplicably magical and that is the very reason it should not have been closed two months ago. Camp Saint Andrew should remain open because summer camps promote the psychological well-being of children.