Descriptive Essay - My Adventures Longboarding

It was a beautiful hot summer day at Lake James, Indiana. My family and I were on our boat and my brother had just finished Wakeboarding. Now, it was my turn to go, so I put on my Wakeboard and jump out to the freezing water.

Since volunteering I have meet some admirable, nurturing, and complexed group of people who have devoted their careers to helping families in crucial situations. These group of inspiring people have influenced me in so many ways- especially everyone at the Juvenile Detention Center. When I look around in a room at a meeting for a case, I am absolutely amazed by the number of people that really want to actually help these children get back home or find a safe place to live and improve every aspect of that child’s family life. And we did even know these people but we are all here for the same coming good no one is against

Here is a really great move to learn if you are going to start canoeing any amount. For whatever reason whether it be, the person that is sitting in the back of the canoe wants to sit in the front for awhile or vise versa, it is good to know how to do this move properly or you will end up upside down in the water if you make the wrong move. There really isn't any reason to have to do this move, but you never know when it may come in handy. The only reason that I have switched places in my canoe before is because I wanted to trade seats so I could sit and steer in the back and they could steer in the front. We were already out in the middle of the river and this was easier than paddling all the way into shore. Make sure that you have your

It's tough to be a BEGINNER on a longboard. You stumble and thump it. Return home with bleeding elbows and skinned knees. It's wicked, but it's fun. There are various forms, sizes of longboards, but some are meant for newbie. The size, movement, weight distribution – everything makes a big difference. Thinking how tough it is for you, we are going to reveal the top 5 of the best longboards for beginners. Then, we could reveal the name of the king of the longbards that has won millions of hearts.

As finals were winding down in may 2015, i found myself surrounded by my fellow peers and upperclassmen i've never met in my school's community service

Longboarding is my passion. Even though i don't do it as much anymore i still love it. It give me a sense of freedom and adrenaline. My most memorable story with longboarding is when i fell of my longboard. Now for anyone that doesnt know, a longboard is a stateboard with wider and larger wheels.

A few times a semester I would volunteer at the Prison Book Program, where I would read letters from incarcerated individuals from all over the country and find 2-3 books that match their interests and reading criteria. Opening each letter and hearing people’s stories reminded me of the harsh realities of our world today, and the difficulty many people face in preserving their human dignity and self-worth.

During my sophomore year, the community service focus was helping to serve a marginalized community, so I chose to volunteer at an organization called Hope Services. They provide jobs for differently abled adults and an after-school program for differently abled kids, mostly adolescents. Each Friday, I assisted the program directors in making the kids feel comfortable and happy and like they had a friend. Whether it was helping get snacks, play basketball outside, make art projects, or play Just Dance, there were always laughs involved and it just felt like I was hanging out with my friends. However, when I first started volunteering, it was not this relaxed and did not come very easily. Many of the kids either had autism or Down’s syndrome along with some other disorders. It would be difficult to try and understand what they were saying at times, or they would be very clingy and have no sense of personal space. I did not mind this, but it took some getting used to. I learned that the best way to just be their friend was to truly listen to them, because they had so many great stories and ideas to tell,

I attended the service activity of Kairos Cooke Bake for the 2PM-3PM shift on this past Saturday. This activity was chosen because I wasn’t doing something for myself. Helping others is a passion of mine and one of my goals in life is to help people, especially young women, to the right path in life. When it was explained in class to me that the cookies made in this event would go to prisoners, I immediately knew that this was the service activity for me.

On average, when people think about community service, they assume that volunteering is just ‘hours we need to be able to graduate’ and that is it. Community service is more than just hours; community service is based on the acts performed by someone with the purpose of helping or bringing benefits to his or her community. People frequently compare community service as a punishment since it is often offered to small-time offenders as an alternative to fines or jail time. However, community service is the vital force to many communities since they depend on the service made by the volunteers

“Oh my god!” I screeched as I started tugging on my dad’s arm, pulling him to pick up the paste. I had just seen the rides as we walked underneath them. “Saff” my dad said, pulling me back. “ We will have enough time to go on all the rides.” “But first, which ride should we go on ?” I thought hard and then pointed to a sign that spelled out ‘Bombora’. “Ok” dad said. As started to climb up a million stairs, I took a look at a map. “Dad, we’re starting on tower 2” I laughed. “Hurry up Saffyre!” Chevy yelled, nudging my back. I started to walk faster. I looked at the map again. “Maybe we should go to tower 1 after this one.” Pania was looking at the ground, becoming even further away as we walked.

I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.

Riding a battery operated ride on jeep, while holding on to the leash of a dog, is a tremendous way to ramp yourself into a pool. It happened when I was 6 years old, and I thought I was going to be the next great stuntmen like Evel Knievel. On a hot summer 2007 July day where you could smell fresh cut grass and the sun was shining like a new Lonnie from the bank. I was at my grandparents above ground pool at their old house on Shell and Cambie road. It wasn't just those average size rubber above ground pools that you can buy from Walmart. It was a huge hand-built pool that was half the size of a hockey rink that my grandpa had built for the whole family to enjoy, and to get out of the hot summer sun. The pool was about 30ft deep and was connected to a big long deck, almost as long as the red carpet that was

After my nap we all got dressed and went up to the tobogganing hill. It became a struggle sometimes because we wanted to go together but we had a lot of people. We went for at least 30-40 minutes but after doing the same slope for a while it got boring. So we went back to the cabin and hung out for a while till something came up that we would go do.

To the common man, life 's basic needs are at reach. If one needs food, a simple drive to the market should fulfill that need. If a person is ill or in medical need, help is just around the corner, everything is tangible in their world. I am not a common man. My treasures are worthless in your eyes. What I own has no value or meaning to you. I know this because I have seen it for myself. I have no home and own only the necessities I find on the open road; I dumpster dive, and I see more than just trash and and unwanted items. I notice the broken glass clock that still ticks, the canned goods that are bent but are still up to date, the faded clothing they no longer want, and the hole in the ripped sheets. I am a human just like you but my lifestyle is quite different. I mainly dumpster dive in San Francisco in a small area that goes by the name of Hippy Hill.