Boys State Camp Narrative

The process of being chosen for Future Leaders of Jones County included writing an essay and then being interviewed by a panel that oversees the Future Leaders of Jones County. In the organization, we were broken off into small groups and mixed with students from different schools around the county. I played a large role in my group— the fundraising leader. Our goal was to meet the needs of our local Battered Women’s Shelter, which were providing bedding, laundry, and a new playground for the women and their children that were also being homed. This project was very close to all of us in my group because there are so many battered and abused women in our community. In order to achieve the shelter’s wishes, we had to raise at least $1,000, so I had to go out and raise the money. With the help of many in our community, I was able to help my group reach our $1,000 goal, and we were able to go above and beyond accomplishing our project of service. After buying the necessities (pillows, sheets, blankets, detergent) for the shelter, we were able to purchase and put together a completely new play area for the children. The whole project was a success and getting to help better our community by enabling these women to stand up and get out of the situation of being abused so that they can start a new life. Seeing women like this made me realize how important it was

If there has been one quality that I have retained all my life it would be my drive. I have always been driven to succeed and move forward. From an early age I knew I wanted to achieve two things: travel the world and become a lawyer. My passion for law came from an experience I had at Boy’s State and my dreams of travel came from growing up in a secluded mountain town.

Hannah is a twenty year old girl from Egan. For the past 3 years she has spent her summers at a bible camp up north called Trout Lake Camps. The first time Hannah stepped foot at the camp she didn’t want to go. She spent the school year there working in the office. But now the thought of not stepping foot there makes her think about all the good times and bad times she had. From sleeping in chapel or getting stuck in a canoe, she can’t help but be thankful for being forced to go there.

In my senior year of high school I took AP Government and we decided to participate in a program called We The People, a constitutional debate competition. Once we reached the national level of the competition I was placed in a group that was less than motivated to win. It was quite difficult because as the group leader I had to make sure everything was done correctly and in the beginning I was forced to do everything on my own. Thankfully after time I was able to motivate my group members and push us to perform fairly well in the competition. I learned a lot of thing from this experience; I learned that I was capable of more than I had originally thought and that I was extremely good at what I did. I also learned that with the right motivation

Two weeks ago, the summer of 1942 had finally started, and at last, it seemed like I could have fun and enjoy myself, until my parents had sat me down with a serious look in their eyes.

This past February I had the chance to travel to Greenville, South Carolina to campaign for the Republican Primary. I have loved politics since I was six years old and I was ready for my first real opportunity. I had already accepted the position of Fulton County Chair and thought campaigning in another state would be the perfect way to prepare myself. I am a fairly reserved person but I was aware of the fact that if I ever wanted to turn my passion for politics into a career I would have to push myself harder. I was invited to accompany some family friends to campaign for the South Carolina primary. I knew I had to say yes. It was a

Today must be the most life changing day of my life. I now know what had really happened in concentration camps. Prior to today I thought concentration camps were places of worship for the Jews, but no. I have literally seen hell. I don’t think I will ever be able to live life with the same mentality again. Today is the most horrific day of my life.

Standing in front of a bunch of kids, I found myself with the Boy Scout Handbook, the kids are screaming. They wanted to do literally anything other than sit and listen, but I had to teach them. A few years ago, being an older kid in my troop, from time to time, it was my job to teach a bunch of twelve year olds. In Boy Scouts, it is the job of the older scouts to teach the younger scouts how to be the next generation of Boy Scouts.

They announced my name like a death sentence: a summoning to impending death by embarrassment. I took the stage only to be blinded by shockingly bright light and applause that was too quiet compared to my opponents’. As the room quieted I listened with paranoia as the rustling of my papers onto the podium was broadcasted across the hall through the microphone and the camera focused on my face. I started my speech only to wish that I hadn’t run at all; I was just a freshman, what was I thinking, running for state office for the Texas Technology Student Association? After finishing my speech with what felt like a thousand mistakes, I made my trek off stage to the attempts of comforting support and comments from the other candidates, because I knew (just as everyone knew) that the youngest of the bunch had lost her election.

I) The Causal Relationship between Education and Social Development: Exploring Social Conditions of the Work Camps

Imagine walking to your campsite on Friday night after a big meal and warm campfire. You are all tired and happy but you are unaware of the animal crawling up your leg. It gets about halfway up your calf when it decides to do it terrible deed. Swiftly, it sinks its fan into your leg, you scream, yell and try to brush the animal but it's too late, you got bit.

According to an expert, “ A lot of parents pack up their troubles and send them off to summer camp.” Maybe that is what my parents were thinking? I was at Miracle Camp in Lawton, Michigan in June of 2015. Miracle Camp in a Christian camp for anyone who wants to deepen their love and understanding of the Lord. You can accomplish all of this while having the most fun you have ever had! I went with a few of my really good friends so I got to grow closer to the Lord with some friends.

If you ever watch a football or basketball game and want so badly for your team to win, it usually strikes your competitive side when someone tells you they will not win, correct? I felt very similar about two years ago. In May of my freshman year, I remember my name not called for my chapter FFA officer position. As the only interviewee who received none of the officer positions, my heart dropped. However, now, just a few months later, I cared very little. I felt confident in my decision to run for district office and felt pleased with how my interview proceeded. Even sitting in a musty old gym with terrible lighting, little space, and a speaker system that squeaked every time someone made an announcement, I felt like I just won a marathon with only one leg.

The past few days of observation are based upon my final week as a coordinator for a children’s camp. Including my interactions with people as our programs are winding down and the unexpected realities of what was going on outside of the camp. In this week I experienced; upward social comparison, availability heuristic, mortality salience and social cognition.

It didn 't seem different, just a casual day at camp, the sun bright in the sky, kids running everywhere as they cool air kept them going, but little did I know, it was all about to change...For the worst. I woke up at 6:00 and Xavier and I went outside for some fresh air. It was the First day at camp and the first day away from my nagging parents, who were the reason I came to camp, so I could finally have fun without them bothering me. Everyone else was inside sleeping, so me and Xavier went around the camp to the area that were usually packed with people, that was the biggest benefit of getting up early, you got to do anything you wanted, except for the canoes which were not aloud until 12:00, for supervision reasons. We hurriedly ran to the wooden cave like house they called the story building, where we eagerly took out our devices we had been so patiently waiting to play, we cautiously looked out and saw no one. With the rule of no phones allowed, the mornings were the perfect time to play, with the supervisor not up yet. As for the camp itself, it was large and had many places to go and it was right next to a lake. There were multiple buildings such as the kitchen,the story room, the cabins and the gift shop. After about an hour we headed back right before people started to get up, no one knowing we had left the cabin. So while everyone got ready for the day we hid our cellphones and tablets under our clothes at the bottom of our bags, where no one