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I have finally arrived. My palms are clammy and nervousness is coursing through my veins. Never have I ever been away from home, but here I am, at William Woods University, one hundred miles from comfort, for a week-long camp hosted by MASC (Missouri Association of Student Councils). After driving into the campus, a ginormous white dome sits on the right, with a crowd of people in front of it. Driving closer to the massive igloo, I notice six strange teenagers with wacky hats on dancing to the usual “Party in the U.S.A” and banging on windows when cars drove up to them. Of course, driving up to them, they began hitting our windows, as if I was an A-list celeb. After passing by them, my nervousness transitions to excitement; them and the …show more content…

Entering another set of doors, I realize that the dome is a giant auditorium. The line continues down the side and up to the stage, where tables are set up giving the campers information. Once again, I gradually make my way to the stage, as if I was a turtle. Finally, I reach the stage; I walk over to the last table (because of my last name) and receive papers on my itinerary, my dorm room, my council I will be with, and a massive book filled with ideas to bring back home. Leaving the auditorium, I am directed down a hallway, where there are more people crowding the room. Squeezing through the labyrinth, I arrive at another table, and was given a yellow lanyard and a name tag. I sat down at a long table, where I designed my name tag. After many dots and swirls, I finished my name tag and walk out of the dome to my family waiting in the car. I hopped back in, and we drove down the road to Brockman Hall, where I will be staying for the week. Once we grabbed all of my bags, we walk into the residence, where there is a man who gives me my key to my dorm. Climbing up four flights of stairs, I am physically exhausted as if I just ran a marathon. My frail body gives its last effort to reach my door; I swing open the door, and fall onto my bed. I rise up, finally done with my over-exaggeration of being in pain, and I talk to my roommate, Caleb. He is socially awkward and will not make eye contact with me, so we will get along because we won’t talk with

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