Day camp

16 years old. I have been classified as a very “wired” kid but, my mother always told me “People just don’t get your way of thinking of things in life.” I have all way haven’t fit in with the crowd with my skin being colored. Five years and three days ago, in a little town call Tollasend were the sky is painted all color and never rest, Jazmine, Nathan, Grace, and myself were bowling on 13th Street. We only had a month left of summer before we had to go back to school. As Jazmine throw her last

It was the first day of my summer job as a counselor in training with the local recreation department and I was tasked with organizing and leading activities for the young campers. As I was putting on my green staff shirt and lanyard, I asked myself, “Why would these kids ever listen to me?” After all, I walked by the elementary school every day on my way to high school, and they were a rowdy bunch, arguing with each other and ignoring the adults in charge. Still, I tried to push these thoughts out

first day she is having trouble with an assignment. Pearl flashes back to the end of fourth grade recalling how she would have a wonderful summer. Yet, Pearl’s summer is not all peachy as she thought. Pearl encounters a few difficulties to get through and realizes that whenever one door closes another door opens. In the beginning Pearl is living with her mother, father, thirteen year old sister Lexie, and Bitey the cat in New York City. Pearl was entering fifth

grandfather, Larry, served in WWII. He enlisted and stationed at Camp Polk. He went through places like New Guinea and the Philippines during the war.      When I asked him if he experienced any combat he said; “yes, I experienced some combat. But most of the time I spent in combat was in a tank. Not too much action there.”      A typical day in my grandfathers’ life at the time was to wake up at the crack of dawn and get ready for a full day of combat, well at least for the ground troops that didn’t

“Morning Ben” said a private “Morning private” Ben replied. It was like any other morning in the camp. Ben was a soldier in the american army. He was stationed in the rockies, fighting indians and exploring the mountain ranges. The camp was quiet, not a lot of words exchanged. The men all just sat around eating the same food and drinking the coffee as every other day. The men in camp usually ran in pairs in the field unless they were assaulting indian villages. Ben’s partner was a man that went

I experienced many different cultures, ethnicities and traditions when my family lived in Thailand. We lived in a Refugee camp and it was not like an America society. Every month, a volunteer group from a big city would aid every family in the refugee camp with bags of rice depending on how many people are in your family. There were about ten schools in the camp which were public schools and Catholic schools. Schools and houses were built out of bamboo and trees, and the buildings don't last more

literacy skills I gained from school and at home, I was still wondering the reason behind all the hard work to read and write. Until one day, I was sent to a leadership camp as a representative from my school. From that camp, I knew that all of my gained literacy has now made sense to me because it has changed my perspective of the world through literacy. The leadership camp is where multiple schools send their student representative to join a week-long program of all the things needed to build up leadership

I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

R.E camp when I was in 3rd grade. I was the youngest there, but I loved it. I started going because my father is a cop and he worked for the program. D.A.R.E camp is a three day camp. Its at our Jefferson Elementary school. Its for grades 4th-7th. I’ve been apart of the program for 6 years

until that one summer… It started out as a normal day, the sun in my face, the sound of my alarm clock beeping loudly. As tired as I was, I quickly brushed my teeth, got dressed, and rushed downstairs to eat breakfast in under 10 minutes. I couldn’t wait to start my first day at camp! “Mary, you’re up early!” said Mom. “I start camp today remember?” I said, hoping she didn’t change her mind. “I’m sorry Mary but you won’t be able to go to camp this year.” At the moment, those were the saddest