Descriptive Essay On Camp Counselors

Summer camp is a time to create memories of laughter, friendship, and new adventures. It is a time to get away for a week, and experience new adventures with familiar and fresh faces. It is a chance to experience the sound of crickets at night while lying awake in the bunk, wondering what kind of excitement the next day will bring. Camp is where friendships are created that last a lifetime.

No matter what happened during the school year I would always come back to camp and be able to spend time with the girls that went from friends to family over the nine years that I had known them. This last year was the last time I would ever get to do activities, earn merits or even swim a mile. During my last two weeks at CLH I knew this but it did not sink in until it was my last time to hike up to Church Mountain as a camper. On the way up my eyes started to sting and I reached over and grabbed my friend Riata’s hand. I looked over at her and saw that she was crying too. Once I realized she was I looked around and witnessed my entire cabin start to break down and come to understand, this was our last year, our last chance to do anything a camper could do. It was during this time that I truly came to appreciate everything camp has taught me and the great friends that I made along the way.

When children grow up, there are always people they need in there life to help them be mature. There is family members, friends, idols, and teachers. In to kill a Mockingbird, it shows racism, courage, family status. This novel is told by from a maturing girl’s perspective named scout. Her challenges of seeing racism and the side of depression in this world,which she experienced in a little town, Maycomb. There are many characters that help scout throughout her experience all of this and realizing things that go on in this world. Three main characters that help scout come of age are Atticus Finch, Jem, and friends around.

All the fun begins when everyone attending camp from Lee County arrives at our local middle school to begin our camp experience. As a 4-H teen leader, I will be responsible for many of the campers I see arriving. Once everyone is checked in, luggage is loaded, and roll is called, we are off to the 4-H center. The bus ride is long with kids constantly asking, “Are we there yet?” and “How much longer?” Being asked hundreds of questions along the way doesn’t put a damper on my 4-H spirit because I know how important my leadership role will be during the week.

I was the only camper in the entire camp; the busses from Chicago didn’t arrive until three in the afternoon. My counselors took me with them to the mess hall where all of these girls on staff were in their Uggs sweatpants and sweatshirts eating breakfast. It’s June, who wears ugg boots in the summer? After hours of sitting on my cold hard mattress on the top bunk, as I wasn’t allowed to unpack until the rest of my cabin arrived, there was an announcement, “Attention all campers and counselors RUN RUN RUN to the top of the hill the busses are almost here!!” I had never seen a more excited group of people in my entire life and I had no clue why. I get to the top of the hill where the counselors are singing at the top of their lungs “we welcome you to Chippewa were mighty glad you’re here” the girls started filing out of the three huge coach busses and tons of hugs were exchanged. There were tears of joy along with sad tears, many squeals and overall just an indescribable vibe. We all made our way to the center fire circle where cabins were announced. I was in the first cabin, the youngest cabin. I gathered with my soon to be best friends and walked back to my cabin. I was looking around, these girls had just spent 6 hours together on the bus and they know each other from home. Are they going to hate me? How do I make friends? These were

The year is 2003, I am eight and for half of a year I have lived with my grandmother and my brothers. The school year has just ended and summer has begun. “I’m tired of you kids, you boys have been driving me up the walls and I need a break!” my grandmother said. “You’re going to summer camp!” I had never been camping but that did not stop a smile only a child could have stretch from ear to ear across my little face. With a mouth lacking in front teeth, I screamed, “Yay!” My grandmother had signed us up for the annual boys and girls club summer camping trip, meaning eight weeks of fun under a warm sun at camp Big Silver in the neighboring state, Michigan. I will never forget my first day of summer camp.

I could almost feel the change as soon as we pulled in. Counselors were jumping up and down welcoming us to the place that they called their home for four months out of the year. Some gave us hugs, some waved signs, and others welcomed their past campers back. There was not a single counselor who was not genuinely excited for each of our arrivals.

“Making the impossible possible” is the motto of Camp Able. Camp Able offers a summer camp experience for people with special needs, whether they be physical or mental. This week-long session affects the lives of many and I can vouch for that. This experience has given me so many fond memories and has filled me with a more humble spirit. All of the staff that takes part in the one-on-one care and assisted daily living are volunteers who graciously dedicate their time and money to go through online certification, staff training, and the week itself. My experience in volunteering for this event caused me to have some very mixed feelings, but I learned so much along the way.

I was born in Plano, Texas, with a condition called Congenital Talipes Equinovarus, also known as clubfoot. Clubfoot caused my right foot to be rotated internally at the ankle. After surgery corrected my ankle, and although one of my feet was smaller than the other, I was able to have a healthy childhood and to play sports with no issues. As a result, of my condition and the care that I received from my doctors, I began to develop a great passion and appreciation for medicine and science. This lead me to Murfreesboro, TN where I volunteered at a summer camp for children with mental and physical disabilities, called Camp Ability. Many of the children there had little options for treatment, either it was too expensive for them to receive or the

On a sunny, steamy summer day in mid-July, as I passed under a bronze archway reading Rocky River Ranch, little did I know what the future held. Camp life was a 180-degree turn from the peace and quiet I was used to in my calm home. Being an only child from a household with two loving parents, my life lacked conflict. As a shy, introverted person I quickly had to adapt to a place full of endless chatter, interaction, and wacky songs. I was nervous about my ability to make such a difficult transition, but the love and positivity abound at camp simplified the shift.

“ Growing up we never had any camp like this. We didn 't have any parents that came to the camp or supervision we just

During the last two weeks of my summer employment with the Salvation Army Pine Lake Camp, a team including myself was sent to The Salvation Army Berkshire Citadel to run a series of camps, but there was a few unforeseen complications. Our team lead had to be suddenly transferred to another team, leaving the Calgary team in a predicament. Before the issue had even been raised to the group, I was approached by the camp program director, she pulled me aside and asked if I would be willing to colead the team. I was shocked, and honored she acknowledged me, as the youngest person on the team, to be given so much responsibility. The role I had been given required myself and a college student to work together to coordinate, promote, budget, and

Nine years ago, my parents dropped me off at overnight camp for the first time ever. Wow, nine years ago… that’s just hard to think about. Anyways, I do not remember much about that first summer, but it must have been fun because I came back the next summer, then again, and again, and again, and again, and, while, you get the point. I really liked it there. Back then, I would not have been able to explain what I loved about camp so much. I would have said something like “my great friends” or “all the sports we play,” but now I understand it means so much more than that. If I was to explain all the memories I made on that hillside throughout my seven year career as a camper, this essay would be well over 650 words, so I will refrain from doing so. Instead, I will talk about my transition from camper to counselor and how it helped me realize the importance of giving back.

In Boy Scouts the new troop will always do a campout for the new scouts that is relatively easy for them, and is there to introduce new members to the people that are leaders and other administrators. I joined a few weeks early that winter and joined the other scouts at Camp Emerson. Camp Emerson, in the winter is a cold place with up to three feet of snow. When I took my first trip with the scouts, there was a record amount of snow. I slept in a tent that we had to dig out of the snow a few mornings, then hiked our way to the frozen lake to learn not only about surviving but prospering in the harshest conditions with little to no gear. This was one of the most insightful and miserable experience of my life, but to this day I’m proud that I thrived at the event made for boys four year my senior, and earned the respect of those same boys. While I loved the Boy Scouts it was time for my family to move out of California to a more rural community. After this momentous change I was disappointed to find no active Boy Scout community near my new location. I have continued my work with the Backcountry Horsemen, but my new chapter is far less active than my

In their letters, they described all the fun they were having and I, naturally envious, asked my mom if I could go next year. Camp Merrie Woode, peacefully tucked off in the North Carolina Mountains, truly changed me as a person. It is an all-girls summer camp that I attended for 5 weeks at a time for 6 years. Hikes filled with both silence and laughter, trees full of wisdom and peace, and people filled with kindness is what makes Merrie Woode such an empowering place. I enjoyed hiking with my family before camp, but at camp, it became one of my favorite activities. The mountaineering counselors, naturally making me feel at ease, led me, Abby, and my fellow campers through many hiking trails and climbing