Descriptive Essay On My Summer Camp

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

This summer I was given the amazing opportunity to be a camp counselor. At first, I was hesitant because I wanted to spend my summer having fun. I thought about it a lot and soon realized that the opportunity was a dream come true. I had always wanted to have a group of little girls who loved me and thought I was the coolest person ever. My summer was absolutely perfect. Three things that made my summer perfect were my kids, my job, and my memories.

It was that time of the year again. The countywide Boy Scout competition was rapidly approaching. Camporee is a test of our skills, in which scout troops get together and compete in different events. We have to improve our strengths in different areas, such as knot tying, first aid, and fire building. During the competition, we race to complete in the fastest time while also completing each event accurately. This year, I was one of the patrol leaders in my troop, so I would be leading a group of Scouts in the competitions.

Most people have some sort of experience or memory that has had a profound impact on their life. A parent passed away, a competition was won, or an obstacle was faced. My most impactful experience is much simpler, yet just as important as these moments. Summer camp. I know, it does not sound like anything big, but my years at a small summer camp in Maine made me who I am today.

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

I was never one to babysit, watching my younger brothers was always enough little kid time for me, but because my dad was a part of the Recreation Department I was roped into volunteering at a Middle School aged sports camp. Eventually I became a full time counselor for three more years. Everyday leading up to that first day I was nervous. Middle schooler students were always known to be mean. How does one keep fifty middle schooler’s from destroying everything in sight? I soon learned the answers to this question along with the discovery of qualities within myself that not only helped in the camp setting, but will become essential for the rest my life.

¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬This is stone creek junior high school home to the stampede. Where our staff will help your kid with what ever they need. The school was built in 2006 and is still looks brand new the school gets new teachers when one retires get sick the nusre will help your kid when they don’t feel to well the colors here are red and black it is a good school to put your kids in when they are ready

When I was first taken to camp at age eight, camp was a place to occupy long summer days with fun. I played foursquare, threw balsa wood airplanes, and attempted to beat my bunkmates in never-ending card games. The following

In my bedroom closet, folded and tucked neatly in a box, is a blanket. At a glance, the piece of patchwork looks rather mundane. As one looks closer, “blanket” is a rather generous word for the piece, considering it is a part of an unfinished project. So why keep this small scrap of fabric? It provides warmth, not to my appendages, rather to my soul.

Going somewhere new without knowing anybody can be very terrifying. I never thought of going to a place like this. My family heard of this camp from a few of our relatives. I have some misgivings about this camp, but I am willing to give it a try. I am not involved in my church that often and this camp is a christian camp so I feel like it is going to be awkward, or maybe I’d be excluded. Camp Shamineau taught me to accept myself for who I am and that everyone else will too, including God.

Slam! I shut the car door behind me. This would be the first year on my own, away from my home and my family. I set my feet on the rough, yet new looking gravel road and let out a sigh. From behind, I hear cars coming my way, and I look around at my surroundings as I grab my things. Trees of all shapes and forms surround me, their green leaves and giant branches enticing me to get closer. I swallow a lump that forms in my throat, urging the already swarming butterflies in my stomach to calm down. This year, I would meet new people and make new friends, it was thrilling. Yet beneath it all, I found myself anxious of the upcoming week. I look around at the trees, trying to convince myself that it wouldn’t be so bad. The camp was small, only 3 buildings, but it was quaint.I glance at the buildings of wood and stone surrounding me, and I notice a woman on the porch. She sits with a smile, her lengthy hair down on the ground. I’m drawn to her like a sheep to a shepherd and I grab my stuff, walking to her. The woman stands and I note she is short and stout. Though she spoke with power and intelligence, she had a soft and kind tone to her voice. She welcomes me into the camp, showing me to a room where I will be sleeping. I put my substantial load on the bed, grabbing my sleeping bag and pillow. I walk out and notice two new campers have arrived, I feel my heart begin to pound within my chest. A tall boy, who to me looked like your average popular

For the past nine summers I have spent most of my vacation along the wooded shores of Long Lake at Camp Manitou in New Auburn, Wisconsin. I begin my weekly drive up along the winding, scenic roads, while the drive is quite long, it is completely worth it. This is my only alone time before all of the anxious campers arrive, so taking every chance I can get for some me time is detrimental to maintain my sanity. The concept of summer camp is often misunderstood by people who have never had the experience. Every morning we wake up to endure the mosquito infested air, constant daily activity in the sweltering heat, and head to toe sunburns. But to us camp counselors, only get one hour of sleep, doing first aid nine times a day, and anger-ridden adolescent boys pelting each other with dodgeballs, is the our idea of a perfect summer. This may seem like the complete opposite of what summer should be, but camp has always been our home; it is a part of us we will never let go of. It is more than just another summer camp, it is a safe haven for those not accepted by the norm of society, it´s a place where I can just be me and that's more than enough. Watching the endless road ahead of me, I begin to get lost in my thoughts and dream about the day to come.

I stared out into space after i woke from my deep slumber. I groaned being unable to fall back asleep at this point. I stood up getting dressed in the assigned uniform from school. Hikari Academy was the name of my school, it was a nice place. But the best thing about school were my two best friends. Alex was a fiery girl who would do anything for someone in need, Ji-Sung….well he’s another story. He cares about everyone, yet he had a weird way of showing it. He was very cold and reserved towards new people, but around Alex and I he was a totally different person. Anyway, I soon arrived at the gigantic school, walking slowly through the school. My hand hurt from being scratched by Lumi, my cat. As I walked I felt a chill run down my back, the hairs on my neck standing up. I felt a presence behind me as I walked through the empty hallway. I peered behind me. Just then, I saw him. He was moving closer and closer to me. “Ji-Sung…”I breathed out looking at him. He had a smile on his face, one I’d seen plenty of time. He stood before me, towering over me. He was 6’2 while I was merely 5’8, He was easily one of the tallest, if not the tallest in our school. I mean he’s even taller than the teachers. He reached out his hand, grabbing my own. He pulled me towards the exit of the school, which confused me. “Sung, We’ve got to get to class-”I spoke quickly before getting cut off by the taller boy. “No you don’t, we’re leaving.” He stated. ‘Are we ditching school?’ I questioned in my

No matter what school you go to, there is always going to be something you completely despise about it. Maybe your Algebra II teacher gives 50-question reviews as homework on the weekends, or maybe everyone in your History class is a jerk to you. There’s always a reason. I bet a few of the teachers hate it too.

After that the seats were all full except the two near my desk, a guy walked past me and then backed up and smiled at me and asked,” Do you mind? I don’t know anybody in this class and it looks like I could get to know you.” I smiled and responded with a chuckle,” I don’t own these desks sit wherever you like.” He took a seat next to me and introduced himself (let’s keep in mind that I was looking at the floor the entire time.) He waited for my response and I asked him to repeat his name. The words hit me like a breeze on a cold winter day...Jessie McDown I looked up and recognized him instantly and said,” Wow! Deja Vu. He asked,” Why deja vu?” I grinned and looked at him a bit offended and said,” You don’t remember me? To think after taking a girl to the police station you’d at least remember her face.” His eyes opened wide and he examined my snarky face and said, “ It’s you?” really loudly he practically yelled it and everyone was staring at us. I looked at him and laughed sarcastically and responded, “ Wow, what a great way to introduce yourself to the class.” He snickered and gave me a annoyed face and said,” Yeah I have a funny way of meeting people, don’t you agree?” I looked at him for a minute or two and then lowered my head in agreement soon after class started and the teacher took his time to introduce himself, the course, and other students.