Personal Narrative Experience : The Little Summer Camp : Personal Experience

During the summer I volunteered at a summer camp and I took care of kids for about 8 hours daily

The narrative entitled “Reminiscences of My Life in Camp” is an up close look into the life of Susie King Taylor. Susie King Taylor was an African American woman born as a slave in Savannah Georgia during the antebellum period of America. Susie Taylor was born 14 years before the start of the civil war. A war that would eventually lead to the abolishment of slavery in America. The narrative of Susie Taylor tells her story as an individual, but still provides information about life during the war. Throughout the story Taylor talks about what it was like experiencing the war so closely and how life within a Black infantry included racism, discrimination, violence, and illness. Taylor also gives us details about her childhood, education, and the bond she developed with the Black soldiers. Above all we get to see how education shaped Taylor’s life and the lives of those that she was around. Education was highly important in Susie King Taylor’s life because it gave her a greater

You know when you have one of those friends you feel like you will have forever? Well, I have already found mine. This is the story. The first of seventh grade I stayed with the same small friend group and didn’t talk to people if it wasn’t required. Fast forward to eighth grade and I had made some band nerd friends because they had my sense of humor and the same love for band. Band was probably my favorite class and the class where I could be myself and not worry who was watching. I had made some friends with some fellow clarinet players and found out that they weren’t that bad once you got to know them. There was this one girl, her name was Nina Zeiler, she was the type of person that hanged out with the outcasts and was more of a rebel but was on the cheerleading team. I tried not to talk to her then which sounds ridiculous now that she is my best friend.

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

When things aren’t going as planned and there is no way to move forward I tend not worry about the things that I cannot control. I explore every option, I will seek out the help of others who have been in my position before see if they have any advice, and once all options have been exhausted I will take a step back and try to focus on another step that can be handled while things get worked out. I also pride myself in making sure that I hold myself accountable when things aren’t right. When I was the summer camp director at a daycare center we had a no nut facility, so any lunch brought from home had to be check by the team leaders. One day a team leader missed a lunch with nuts in it, the kids told their parents that another kid had was

My first step onto Del Mar campus was terrifying, the terrifying sixth grader to a “school leader” has changed me; this school has molded and shaped my characteristic. Showing tremendous growth by becoming the vision of a Del Mar graduate. In fact, becoming a motivated learner, effective communicator, and a balanced individual has keyed my positions that lead to becoming a graduate of Del Mar Middle School.

Growing up a seven year old girl that couldn’t fight wasn’t what you would call a “good life.” All throughout elementary school, I had to deal with being tripped in the hallway, and bumped into at the playground. That was My average day at Niblack Elementary. I was use to the everyday life so who was I to go against the norm. One memorable day made my whole mindset change. I never thought in a million of years that I, Malia, would ever stand up for myself in such a powerful and impressive way. Well I did, and it all started just in my kitchen.

Have you ever met someone for the first time, and felt like you knew them since you were born? That is how I felt about my best friend Dede. We both live on E84, on the same floor but never met each other until our Evangelism class last semester. She was friends with a girl that I had met previously but had not seen in a while. She then introduced me to Dede, we talked for a while, and exchanged numbers. I left the religious hall and began to walk back to my dorm. Suddenly, I heard Dede screaming my name so I turned around, there she was bent over trying to catch her breath. We then began to walk together and talk about our experiences at Liberty University. We walked back to the dorm together, and that is how our friendship started.

Hailey G. is a five-year-old girl. She is the second of three girls; her older sister is 13 and her younger sister is 3. She is half-Dominican and half Colombian. Her mother is from Colombia and her father is from the Dominican Republic. She has traveled to Colombia two times and went to the Dominican Republic for the first time in December 2016. When she learned she was going to D.R. she was very excited. She said that she had never been there and was so happy to go visit Abuelita. I reminded her that I used to live in D.R. before I moved here to the United States. When she came back from vacation, she brought my assistant, and I a souvenir. I really love the souvenir and it reminded me when I lived back home. Her paternal grandmother comes

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

I am going to tell you a little bit of what I did this summer. School just got out and the real work begun, I started work on the first day of summer. I also played in a golf league in Gregory this summer with my dad.

Students, teachers and parents all had differing things to say during the experience. “Hey we didn’t have a party like this when we were in seventh grade, this is mutiny,” cried out an eighth grader. “Shh I want you guys to be as silent as mice while in this library,” Mrs. Miller scolded at her eighth graders. “The eighth grader teachers are scrooges” smirked Billy, an eighth student. Scrooge was a very grumpy old man who did not treat others well. “Wow the students are actually paying attention, at least over here,” said a seventh grader’s mother as she observed kids close to her read. “Hey did you know Alyson likes John, her best friend’s boyfriend,” a seventh grade girl (not being monitored by a parent) failed to whisper. “November

One summer day Cierra McCall and I decided that it would be a great idea to go to the beach. At first, we sat in the car for a while thinking where we wanted to go. Cierra and I threw out many ideas on which beach we wanted to go to. Then, she said "let's go to Mahai'ula." I replied "Ya sure I've never been there before." She said "great." The following day we left the house around 8am to get to the beach by 9am. It was a long drive over, but it gave me the opportunity to bond with my best friend Cierra. I am a gregarious person who just likes to be facetious on occasions. When we arrived at the beach I didn't expect us to have to hike to get to the beach. We did, but it wasn't as bad I thought it would be. The water was crystal clear and the

In the second grade I met my best friend of my entire life. I never thought I would see my friend again after he moved away to Washington, but after three and a half years of not seeing him or talking to him his family moved back to Alabama. My best friend's name is Luke Dunaway and we have been through alot together and I feel like we are just getting because we will both start driving soon. As much as Luke and I have had our fights and days when we do not get along we are still best friends and will always stand up for one another and be there for each other. We have done everything from staying up all night playing video games to riding four-wheelers all day together and have many great memories together, and hope to have many more experiences.

One night a group of five friends go for what they thought would be a fun night of camping. Their names were Mike, Jill, Jack, Tom and, Edgar. They were all 18 except Edgar he was 20. Mike was a tall muscular guy had short blonde hair, jill is mike's girlfriend she is short pretty and is a cheerleader. Then we have jack he is also tall but really scrawny and has dyed green hair. Then there is tom he is a short guy kinda heavier. Then we have edgar he is a tall scrawny guy has a reddish beard and reddish hair he is swedish. When they got to the campground it was empty no one was there except them. So when they got to they’re exclusive campsite deep in the woods. They then parked their rv and started to set it up. That's when they heard the scream it was an ear piercing scream. It sounded like a woman. So they sent edgar and mike out to the woods to check it out. So as jack jill and tom started to set up the camper jill decided to set up a campfire. Then mike comes running back screaming “EDGAR IS DEAD” Jack jill and tom are like “yeah whatever we know you always pull jokes like this so.” So Mike is like yeah you got me. Then he says edgar get out here they got us. Edgar never responded. Jill then said “ come on edgar we got you guys its over.” But still he never responded. Jack then said “ ok when you feel like coming out the go ahead we will continue setting up camp.