Worries And Hobbies

As the week progressed and friendships formed between everyone, I realized the importance of the camp to all that were involved. To the counselors it was a learning experience, as well as a time to appreciate all that we would usually take for granted; to the campers it was a time to learn and make new friends, and for most of them, it would also serve as their only form of a summer vacation. So although we were all exhausted by the end of the week, we had a great time.

It was a balmy July morning when my family and I drove out to Lycoming College to begin my week at PFEW. An uneasy feeling set in as I realized that I will be surrounded by strangers in an uncommon environment for a whole seven days. Adding onto this stress was the fact that I have never been away from my parents for more than one night. Upon my arrival, all of the camp participants were ushered to a large auditorium and given a welcome presentation. Looking around at all the unfamiliar faces, I felt the urge to call my parents and avoid

If there is a best part there must be a worse, and there was. First let me start with bear bags, in the wilderness there is a threat of bears so to avoid being mauled we would have to throw all of our smellable objects (basically everything) up onto a line strung high between 2 trees, the process was about 20 minutes long and a total drag. Next terrible thing was dishes, and that took forever. After all said and done it was time to cram into my tiny 2 man tent shared with andrew caplinger and pass out. The days went on with pretty much the same routine, walk, snack, outpost, walk some more, camp duties, sleep. It was around the 4th day that I really started to get sick of it all, our guide had left us so we were on our own which made everything a little harder. It was very rough on the body going to bed at 10-11 and waking up at the crack of dawn to go walk all day with a 60 pound pack on my back, but mama didn't raise no bitch so trudged on. Things got better when we made it to a camp where we would stay for 2 nights and only have to cook for 1, but the best thing about that camp was we saw the first girl we had seen in

No matter what happened during the school year I would always come back to camp and be able to spend time with the girls that went from friends to family over the nine years that I had known them. This last year was the last time I would ever get to do activities, earn merits or even swim a mile. During my last two weeks at CLH I knew this but it did not sink in until it was my last time to hike up to Church Mountain as a camper. On the way up my eyes started to sting and I reached over and grabbed my friend Riata’s hand. I looked over at her and saw that she was crying too. Once I realized she was I looked around and witnessed my entire cabin start to break down and come to understand, this was our last year, our last chance to do anything a camper could do. It was during this time that I truly came to appreciate everything camp has taught me and the great friends that I made along the way.

I was devastated I didn't want to leave my friends and family. It was a big part in my life. I faced a lot of problems I didn't want to talk to anyone about how I felt after moving to Austin. Even when my parents asked me it made me think about going back in which resulted in missing my friends and family. But then few weeks later I started to go to school in which I made new friends.

instead all I wanted to do was go home. I had no family there, I was stressed to the max,

This camp was hard for me because I was four hours away from my family and my house. I couldn’t see

Also, they felt that life became hopeless. People felt sad, and we all thought about what had happened, and how I would have extra responsibilities. Also, people started to worry about what will happen to us, and who would stay with us. Also, they thought about my life, and how everything changed. After that day, all I felt was sadness, loss of hope, and always wanted to stay alone far away from people. Today it has been five months since that week, and my life is not like before. They are the most depressing times of my life. But I know that I will learn from this journey, and will be able to imply all the ways of taking care of my siblings, and taking charge of a house. So today my life is not the way I thought it would be when I was young, but in the end maybe one day it will get

After my first week at Jim Huey, I was distraught due to unfortunate circumstances. On the first day of camp, I encountered several of my conniving and malicious adversaries from my junior high school. As a result of my discovery, I did not want to return back on the second day because I believed that I would

The first night I can honestly say I missed my folks and at one point wanted to cry but I pushed on. I knew I had to do this for me and them, I had to show myself first and them second that I had what it took to make it.

relatives and my Canada. Everything felt like it was being taken away from me, I felt alone! I

It was as if you were able to create your own little world, other lives, and you were the one who was in control of how they ended.

A hobby is something that you enjoy doing in your spare time. It is an interest, a recreation or activity that you spend time on for pleasure and for relaxation.

There is no hobby that one understands one of the better things to do. People have the right balance in their life while enjoying their leisure time. Also, some hobbies feel happier in life. If you're a little bit miserable, it's a hobby you think it's time to forget someone who's leaving the "stupid" guy who left you. I'm 100% sure. I have never experienced so much love in my life, but it's my hobby that helps me to share the hardest divorce with me when I get close to someone. At this point, I was sitting on my notebook, writing down anything, while I was calm and warm and filled with a little pain in my heart, and I was immediately treated. So if you are a hobby you can say that the source of funds that add joy to your life is always open.

I have many hobbies that I fill my time with. I enjoy reading. Ever since I was little my dad has called me a “voracious reader”. I am open to reading any kind of book, but I especially love realistic fiction, action adventure, and nonfiction. I also love playing sports. I did track for one year, softball for two years, gymnastics for three years, basketball for five years, and soccer my whole life as well as camps for tennis and swim. I find that playing sports has taught me many important skills including teamwork and reaching out to others as I’ve played with new people. These sports have also taught me the importance of staying healthy and fit. One of my other hobbies is music. I love music and find myself dabbling in piano and guitar whenever I have free time. I also play the trumpet and sing in my church choir. Lastly, I love baking and cooking. Although to my parents dismay sometimes (because they complain I’m making them fat) I always find myself gravitating to the kitchen and have acquired quite the collection of pans, sprinkles, food coloring, and other tools. My hobbies have taught me the importance of hard work and dedication and a love for trying new things.