Leadership Qualities Of A Strong Storm

I recently completed my Eagle Scout rank, achieving the highest honor in Boy Scouts, and I am also a brotherhood member of scouting's honor society, the Order of the Arrow. I served a six month term as Senior Patrol Leader, the most senior scout leader within my troop, as well as serving as Assistant Senior Patrol Leader for one term. Before that, I did three six month terms as Troop Guide, a position in which I acclimated first year scouts to the troop, teaching them the ways of scouting. My experience in Boy Scouts has presented an abundance of opportunities for me to develop my leadership skills, giving me a competitive advantage over other candidates.

My personal experiences of leadership started when I was younger, roughly 7 years old, I was elected the captain of my travel soccer team. At the time I didn’t think much of it, nor did I have any extra duties that I was explicitly told that I needed to perform. Later throughout the season, I started to notice my teammates mimicking my styles and techniques and I highly enjoyed this feeling of being looked up to. I didn 't realize until years after that the recognition and pride I felt was leadership. This privilege of being captain was the first time I had realized that people weren 't necessarily following my actions because I was extraordinarily skilled, but because I provided this role model status with my confidence and encouragement. Some of the most valuable leaderships traits that I acquired and fortified are:

Along with my happy attitude, I will put the best of my cooking abilities to work. I hope to take to camp the things that I learned from a Consumer Science class, including nutrition, preparation, and hygienic conduct. A clean space is key when preparing a meal, so dishes will be squeaky clean, as well as the counters

Evening had arrived and everything had been packed away ready for its next use. It had also brought the grim warning of a storm. The sky was brimming with a dark shade of grey and black, making the mood eerily mysterious. A storm was brewing; it was about to blow, just like a volcano about to erupt. Then, “Boom!”. A lightning strike crackled across the sky, one after another. After three lightning strikes a downpour of rain fell from the sky.

I run away from the ruins, the wind tousling my hair. The tears I had shed, dried away, leaving me with a placid face. I had to make it back to camp before sundown. As I run, scouting for glass that might cut through my threadbare shoes, I pull a small dagger from my dress pocket. Not my weapon of choice, but when you’re living like this, you don’t have much of an option. The sky is filled with dark, hazy clouds, that blot out the sun. Though, they cover things that I am much more worried about.

Wrongberight, Virginia is a rural farming community, and its residents depend on accurate weather reports. The locals believe, those profession meteorologists could not predict rain, even if raindrops were falling on their head. On Thursday the local weather guru of Wrongberight, Charlie Jones, age eleven forecast a ten-hour deluge would hit on Friday. It did. In fact it dumps eight addition inches of rain, to the already, saturated farmer’s fields and woodlands from the previous intermittent rainstorm that he also predicted. According to him, that storm on Friday was just a prelude to another storm that will strike Wrongberight, sometime early Saturday night. He also said, that this kind of storm would produce, at least one or two unique

“You have to come out of bed sometime, the harvest has nearly started. I need a lot of help if we want to survive for the next few months.”, yells Crooks.

I’ve been camping ever since I was two years old. Every year a group called the Arizona Rough Riders hosts an event called the Spook Rally which happens near Halloween. This year my parent’s friend’s son, Dylan, who I’ve grown up with, was going to be driving the Spook Jeep Run event with his friend. The Spook Jeep Run is a big event where people volunteer to make a spook house in the middle of the desert. There is usually five spook houses and each one gives you a clue sheet that leads you to the next house. Everyone gets a different number the week before the Spook Rally starts and the number tells you what time you’re going to be leaving to start the run. Before the run there is a meeting which tells you the rules and safe driving. The people at the meeting then received a packet which gives you the story. The story is used to help you figure out the answers to the first clue sheet that they give you at the starting line.

Our tents were barely holding up, our equipment pile was swept into the raging river next to our home base. Without our equipment, we had no chance in surviving the next few days. I watched as our only hope slowly tumbled down the small ledge…

Suddenly the sky darkens and you hear the dreaded rumbling of an approaching storm. Rain begins to fall, starting slowly and quickly increasing in intensity.

“All right now we fire it.” The says as the puts it on a pan and places it in the roaring fire.

“We can lose them in that storm.” I look back at William and search his gaze, his eyes are fixed on something towards our right. My eyes immediately follow and I see the storm he’s referring to. Colossal grey clouds swarm the sky, swallowing anything in their path. Lightning spears fly towards the ocean and the sound of thunder cracking like a whip fills the eerie, fearful silence in our plane. My mind races through other options, to go into that storm would be a suicide mission.

Before overnights, Jody checks the weather forecast to make sure that there won't be any severe weather conditions such as thunder. If rain is in the forecast, then Jody prepares the teens by giving them a heads up about potential schedule changes due to the weather. However, if the rain comes unexpectedly while we are playing games in the field Jody has to improvise. She works with the staff to develop a plan for the rest of the overnight. Depending the severity of the rain, we may have to bring the kids under the shelter and have them play games there. Instead of sending the groups out on hiking trips we may have them have some tent time, or time for board games. Again depending on the severity of the weather, campfire may have to be on a camp stove under the shelter instead of in a campfire pit outside. Jody with advice from her staff approaches the problem from a variety of angles trying to figure out the best

Just an average Saturday morning with some heavy rain, we already knew there was hurricane nearby but the direction it was heading was supposed to only pass us, so no worries except for a couple of slippery roads. We should've known better, Mother Nature doesn't always play by the rules. She could make it rain enough to start a flash flood and then the next day throw out a drought that could last years. She especially wasn't keen on following them today. Like I said, we weren't expecting it then BOOM, here it came straight at us. We only knew because a message from the local news came in on our phones. It had sudden change of course. 30 minutes, we had 30 minutes before it was right on top of us.“Was it enough time?” We all thought as we got prepared.

We pitch tents in Yellow River State Forest, just yards away from the creek where rainbows and browns hide