Camp Bernie. Three full days of camping, activities, and craziness in the heat of the sun. Three days away from home. Three days of quite a few memorable moments. Camp Bernie was the 7th grade school trip that I had to go on. At first, I did not want to go at all, but some motivation from my parents and some thoughts about just ‘going for it’ brought me to go on the trip. And, honestly, I’m still not sure about my decision. Whatever my thoughts on the trip, I still went and it happened. And I have to say there were some memories made there. After a long wait in the bus ride, there it was, a sign that read “YMCA Camp Bernie”. We had finally arrived. The first few moments at camp were calm and simple: We got off the bus, gathered everyone, went into the main camp spot for a little introduction. The workers had told about being split off intro groups, participating in the activities, and the schedules concerning lunch and when we would get to our cabins. Eventually, we all had gathered for our first activity; a game of tag and rock-paper-scissors (with a twist). Soon after, we had to get our supplies and finally go into our cabins. Since I’m a male, I had to go to the Boy’s Cabin. We set our stuff down and got ready to go off into our groups and begin the fun activities. My group and I went through …show more content…
I was excited to go rafting because I thought I would be able to cool off, which I definitely did. I sadly had to wait for an entire lesson about rafting and how to tie knots before being able to do anything. It was finally time to choose out teammates and begin building our raft. Once I had a team formed, one of my teammates were called off to not participate during the activity for behavior, so that left me with only two other teammates. No biggie. The activity itself was actually a race between the groups on the raft, so the commotion between my team had delayed
“Quote about high schools.” One other way to pass time in the camp was for teenagers and kids to take activities just like outside the camp. They had dance, acting, and baton twirling classes; there were even classes about Buddhism and Catholicism. Adults would teach the children in the community different skills or talents they had to pass the time, heal loneliness, and to keep their sense of culture and community alive in the
One time I came across failure. It all started when playing in a baseball game for Serra High School. Up to that game we had been undefeated in league play. As the game moved along it got more and more intense. Every batter and runner on base you could tell both teams were completely focused on winning that game.
NEW PROVIDENCE, NEW JERSEY- This past Friday, on June 5th, the rain did not prevent Salt Brook Elementary School from inviting New Providence High School students from across town for a day of community service. It was the high school’s third community service trip of the year as students previously visited the Community Food Bank of New Jersey in Hillside and Allen W. Roberts Elementary School. The 23 high school students on Friday’s trip took part in various field day activities such as the Bean Bag Toss, the Long Jump, and the Spoon and Golf Ball Relay.
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.
I grew up in Bloomfield, PA, a small city-like neighborhood about three miles away from downtown Pittsburgh. The community consists of a series of uniform type “row” houses, most backyards include a small grassy area with a fence that is shared by the neighboring house, and the alleyway in between is where the majority of our childhood games were played. Bloomfield is sometimes referred to as Pittsburgh 's Little Italy because of its historically Italian-American population. My neighborhood is full of kids, generations of Italian families, and the delicious scent of fresh bread baking from Sanchioli Brothers Bakery just a couple blocks away. The main road, Liberty Avenue, is complete with an array of Italian restaurants, novelty shops, bakeries,
Camp Friendship is a camp associated with the Arc. At this camp, I was a counselor for a child who had a mental disability. My camper definitely enjoyed his week there because I made sure he was having fun. Since I was able to do this we became friends and we both share the memory of doing so. The other camp I participated in was a diabetic camp held at Camp Soles.
I have been greatly challenged and rewarded by the campers I have interacted with here. One of the greatest challenges I have faced while serving in this role is finding a healthy balance between focusing on the needs of other and focusing on myself. Throughout the summer, I am constantly focusing on the emotional, spiritual, mental and physical needs of campers. There is little time and
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
I was expected to feed cows and bulls, worrying if the animals may attack me. My shoe had also got stuck in the pond the family went fishing in. Everyone would meet near my great-grandmother’s house to converse and play games, but there was not adequate space in her two-bedroom house for everyone, leaving many to sit outside fighting mosquitos and ticks. Over time, I began to adapt to my circumstances.
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.
When I was young, money was not a big deal when I asked for something. If I wanted it, I begged my mom to get it for me. I never understood why I was unable to get the new toy that just came out, or the new shoes that every girl was about to have on Monday morning when I walked through the doors of Gretna Middle School. The summer before I started middle school, I decided to join a volleyball team. Needless to say, I fell in love with the game and continually tried to better my performance.
I ran to the school bus, grabbed a seat, put my headphones on and rested while listening to pop music. After a few hours in the old bus, I saw Maryville Camp. The camp wasn’t what I had expected. It was very gloomy that it didn’t seem like a camp for students, but a camp for emo’s.
I believe we worked well as a group even though we were not working directly with each other. This helped me understand as to how a group effort can involve more than one set of people. While we were Luckyday volunteers they included us into their group of everyday workers. The work was completed by the entire team. Not one person received more credit that the other.
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs.
Personal Narrative Essay Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.