It was a warm and windy morning in the month of June 2007. I was 7 years old and my family planned a big trip to go to Hershey park. I was so excited it made me want to scream at the top of my lungs. But I didn’t. This trip was going to be the best trip of the summer.
I wanted to start a club about cups. Ever since I was 7 years old I wanted to start a club for cupstacking and teach others this wonderful skill. Cupstacking involved stacking cups in sequences while also trying to get the fastest time possible. It started in the summer of 2015 and I taught summer camp children cupstacking just for fun. Then I started thinking, “What if I started a cupstacking club in my old school?” So I decide to talk with elementary teachers over the summer to see if I can get a sponsor.
Class starts exactly at 8 and the second I got there I already recognized 2 of my buddies and 5 other McKinley students. Instantly I could tell this wasn't going to be that bad. I came to this class with a goal of getting an A and 3 days in, I finish quarter one of algebra and the teacher made me a math tutor along with some other kids. Math class was easy after words from then on. Once or twice a week during the summer I would go out, watch a movie or go eat with some friends and that was mainly my entire summer.
One warm Friday afternoon two summers ago, I was invited to go on a trip to Carowinds. I always wanted to go, so this was the perfect opportunity for me. To experience something, I have wanted since I was a little girl. I remember sitting on the sofa at my boyfriend’s house in their den watching tv and his mother came in talking to us about how she wants to plan a little trip to Carowinds. To get away for the weekend and have a good time and relax.
The first time I committed to train rigorously was when I coursed tenth grade. That year I joined the school’s women’s soccer team and a small soccer club, which held practices during the weekends. As eleventh grade was coming to an end, so were our school’s team practices. This meant that I had more time to play for other teams. During the summer before my senior year, I was waking up almost every day early in the morning for training, and had games during nighttime, including weekends.
My Trip to Haiti It was the beginning of my junior year in high school and there had been much talk about a school trip to Port Au Prince, Haiti, Only ten students could attend this trip, applications had opened up in November and for me a trip to Haiti sounded like just a dream, I thought I was not able to afford it. The idea for the possibility to travel to a new country and be exposed to a brand new culture excited me, I made the decision to apply anyway. In December, I received news that I had been chosen as one of the first ten students from my school to go on this new service trip. I was so excited that I was even qualified, but also worried because I knew that the price was still an issue. My teacher explained to me that there was a
Many kids do not realize how life is out of the United States. I have experienced a completely new aspect of life outside of an American life into a third world country. Being able to stay there for half of the summer each year as taught me valuable characteristics. The culture experience I had in El Salvador has made me a humble individual, who has become more generous and a thankful person. As I take a step back and analyze my first year in a third world country, I do not regret one bit because it has made me humble.
Everyone has experiences in their lives that might change the way we look at things. In the past eight years my family have made all attempts to save and plan for a vacation. Every year, we plan different locations and make all traveling arrangements ahead of time. Last summer, we planned out a trip to Sierra Leone. We were all excited and looking forward to a very relaxing time after working very hard.
Mr. Lanham explained how Donny was very noisy and disruptive in school, was always fooling around with his friends, and never responded to a teacher. From Mr. Lanham’s suggestion, Daisy started to check Donny’s homework assignments every night. Donny’s grades then rose to average grades but, the school called again in December to explain how Donny had been cutting classes, breaking into a student’s locker, and drinking. After hearing this, Daisy and Matt arranged for Donny to visit a tutor. The tutor was able to help with Donny’s behavior, however, not his grades.
I am a past camper of Camp Marist. My first year at camp was during the summer of 2009, I started off in La Petite for the second session. I have practically begged my parents to bring me back to camp each summer. I love seeing all the friends that I made in previous years, and look forward to meeting so many new ones. I have been to Camp Marist for 6 years.
For my first diversity event I decided to attend the 43rd annual Mankato wacipi (Powwow). I chose this event because I attended some like it when I was younger. I always have admired Native Americans and their deep connection with their spirituality. I remember in fifth grade my elementary school hosted a Powwow that my mother and I attended. This was the first time I have ever been exposed to the Native American culture and the memory has stuck with me till now.