“You and your sister are soooooo different,” my friend, who I had met at summer camp a couple years before, informed me as we stood beneath the blistering sun, our necks slicked with sweat and our throats parched. Approximately two second before Julia spoke those words, my sister had attempted to do a cartwheel in front of the whole camp, failed miserably, and screamed out in amusement. The episode was followed first by a simultaneous gasp from the mouths of 200 campers, in fear of her injury, and then a fit of booming laughter when she stuck up her thumb and smiled. While everyone stood around watching her, I pouted on the sidelines of the common field and shook my head in shame. Of course I wanted to be in on the fun, laughing and jumping and doing gymnastics with the rest of West Mountain Camp’s population. But instead, I felt forced into a reputation created for me so many years ago as the quiet, calm and mature twin sister of the rambunctious and outgoing Chloe Blumberg. Always sitting on the sidelines, reading my books, doling out my wise words and keeping my sister in check. The funny thing is, I can’t remember it ever being different. I was always told by my mom, dad and grandparents that I was the quiet and mature one of the duo, and that I didn’t need to get attention in the way Chloe always did because my intelligence was enough to give me the recognition I needed. Chloe was just always so loud and clumsy that by default I was destined to be the other one, more in
When I was taking a photo of the purple sky and two stretching lakes across the Bonney Pass in the Teton Mountains; I knew this place that I loved had transformed me into a better person and a more confident woman.
As adults, we spend a lot of time away from our family and friends due to work or other priorities in our life. We learn to adapt and keep going through these times of being away and this can make us a greater person. Summer sleep-away camp is much like a longer version of a sleepover and can be a great head start for children who may not be away from their family and friends much. This leads me to feel that summer sleep-away camps have positive effects on children and should even be considered important to the development of a child.
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.
On June 27, 2017, my summer camp had started it’s adventure. I went to a City called Oxnard, 2 hours away from Los Angeles and 30 minutes past Malibu beach. As we arrived. I had went with all my friends growing up. Monika, Silvia, Rachel, Julie, Mya, Cathy, and Mary.It was around 9:15 pm and we decided to head down and eat at Panda Express. The teachers decided we couldn’t have any meat since this was a church trip and it was fasting time. But since everyone was hungry we decided to go behind the teachers backs and then my friend, Monika, came up with a brilliant idea.
My project was to tutor YMCA student at North Miami elementary. One of my many duties was help as many students that I can. I tutor student from Pre-K-5th grade during my share time in the YMCA. I started this project during my 9th grade year. My whole intension of this community project was to get it over with so I can graduate. Never did I know that I would later enjoy spending my time with the YMCA students. I grew to understand student. I gave them a voice. During my time in the YMCA I grew a stronger leadership skill. Before I started working on my project I took the time to plan it out. I told myself since the beginning that I want to volunteer in the YMCA. The first step that I took was to contact the site director. Second step I took
On a normal day at West Wilson Middle School, Mrs.Williamson’s class was learning about the Cawton Family heritage. Allie Smithing was an above average girl and the worst lesson she has every had happened that week.
Elizabeth Smith had recently entered my school after moving to our small community from Delaware. She seemed otherworldly to me, having come from far away; being beautiful with long, black, curly hair; and looking and seeming much more mature to me than others in our class. Besides all of that, she was a gymnast. At recess we would watch her turn cartwheels, swing from bars, and do the full backbend. I didn’t care about any of her gymnastic talents except the full backbend, and that attracted me in ways I didn’t fully understand since I never had much interest in athletic adventures. I wanted more than anything to learn how to do it.
A drop of perspiration made a slow trek down my face as I carefully placed one foot in front of the other, each step taken with a precision a ballerina would envy. The scorching sun was directly behind me, its rays beaming directly through my shirt, making my venture more difficult than it usually was. I hadn’t had luck on my side so far today. The sky was bare of clouds, and no grain bin was tall enough to shade me from the sun. I wore my lucky red shirt specifically for this day. Yeah – I have a lucky shirt, what’re you laughing at? My usual crowd would consist of solely my brother, but today I had two sets of eyes on me. My brother’s, gazing up at me with his permanent look of wonder, and Sarah Crocker’s, her smirk extending beyond her lips
It Began on a cold fall morning, Brittyn Sanders walked into class, late as usual, with a welcoming smile on her face. “Sorry I am late Amber, I brought you a bagel,” she said quickly. Brittyn is a short, dark-haired, big brown eyed girl. On the morning of the interview, she was dressed in Nike tights, a book bag that seemed to be larger than she was, and a black jacket that smelled like pumpkin spice perfume. She took a seat and explained why she was not punctual to class this morning while taking her seat. It seemed as if she was the typical college cheerleader, partying all night long with a preppy attitude, but that perception was wrong; she is actually down to earth and talented at a variety of things, other than cheer.
“Hmm, I’ve never thought about cheerleading.” I thought. Shaking me from my thoughts, she asked me again “Hello? Earth to Shakira? Are you going to try out because Tee-Tee, Te’kiayah, Danielle, Kai, and a few others said they were.” “Uh, yeah I guess so. Where and who do I get the paperwork from?” I asked questioningly. “Some lady named Mrs. Garcia on Echo Company on the 7th grade hallway.” She said. At the end of the day, I asked Mrs. Braun if I could go down to Mrs. Garcia’s room to get a cheerleading form and a physical sheet. “Alright, I already have this set to mind, all I can hope now is that I can get Momma and Daddy to hop onboard with” I thought.
I am in third grade and I go to the Amsterdam Summer Camp. I am standing between two booths covered in drawstring bags. The corner in which I am standing is very dirty itself. Goldfish crumbs, ice cream wrappers, and bottle caps cover the floor like the icing on a sloppy cake.
During my experience at the YMCA, there were things that I did not know but learned. For instance, I previously worked at the YMCA in their Safe’ & Sound program but I did not the history behind the organization and what the acronym meant. I was not really surprised by the YMCA’s services since I worked there but I was surprised where the organization was first established and how much it has grown over the years. It is really unbelievable how much YMCA brings people together regardless of their background and age.
I have learned a lot during summer school this year. This summer school year was really good in many ways and it has taught me how to do a lot and it made me learn a couple of new, and useful things. Mr. Migee and Mrs. Staley, played a great part in teaching me as well as the other kids in this summer school class. We would write essays every day and write annotations, then we would write an unstoppable. By doing all of this, it gives me a lot of practice and things like that to help me learn how to do these kind of things. Here are some things that I had learned during this year of summer school, with Mr. Migee and Mrs. Staley.
This Summer, I had the best time of my life. I learned some valuable lessons, I made some friends, and I had so much fun. Even if I didn’t know it. This is the story of my summer camp experience.
On Friday of April 21,2017 I went to Disneyland for a school field trip, all the students in the middle school band and color guard went on this field trip for a performance at Disneyland .It was my 8th grade year, it would be my last year performing at Disneyland so I had to enjoy it . We had to meet up at school at 3:30 am because Disneyland is located in Anaheim CA and it would take us several hours to get there.Also the teachers wanted us to be there early because they would have to take roll call to know if everyone made it on time, and we would leave the school at 4:00 am . We got on the buses , we knew it was going to be a long rides so the teachers decided to rent us a charter bus the good thing was that we have had enough fundraiser to be able to go on a charter bus.The teachers said we would only have one stop during the whole the long bus ride and that was only going to be for us to go to the bathroom and to get some breakfast before we actually got to disneyland .After everyone went to the bathroom and got breakfast we got in the buses and started driving again.We had about 2 hours until we got the park .