Day camp

specific events that foreshadow greatly on my future. Many being recycled, so I remember almost every detail down to smell. Considerabl one major turning point in my life is when, I was given the opportunity to go to the Tim Horton Children’s Foundation Camp Parry Sound located in Parry Sound, Ontario and doing the wilderness program for the second time. When I think of this moment and these experiences during the program, a light bulb goes off in my head and I see the cues all around me that have

Shin was unsure what Sung’s intentions were and how much he should say to him. After risking everything to escape from Camp 14, Shin did not want this man to turn him in after explaining his story; especially since all his life, his instinct been to turn in criminals for privileges inside the camp (“North Korea Information”). Sung furrowed his thin gray eyebrows and began tapping his foot, waiting for more answers. “I am trying to figure out how to get somewhere

I was introduced to the idea of becoming a pharmacist in Project Lead the Way where the Human Body Systems class had a focused section on understanding prescriptions. As a result, pharmaceutical coursework started appealing to me, especially since it involves chemistry. As I started considering Pharmacy as my career, I decided to job shadow a pharmacist at St. Luke’s Hospital. I was introduced to Pharmacist Huey, who was very helpful in answering my endless questions and even involved me in some

It was another bleary day. Lunch passed without incident with its occasional sloppy mash and bread, and Mrs. Line had already given out her daily thirty-page dose of homework for the night, inevitably due tomorrow. The lunch food made me gag, but the homework made me nearly fill my crying quota for the day. I tried not to let it get me down. I was halfway through my Analysis to Genocide class when I was summoned to the principal’s office. The students gave me sidelong disapproving glances, an expression

Astronomy Camp Slam! I shut the car door behind me. This would be the first year on my own, away from my home and my family. I set my feet on the rough, yet new looking gravel road and let out a sigh. From behind, I hear cars coming my way, and I look around at my surroundings as I grab my things. Trees of all shapes and forms surround me, their green leaves and giant branches enticing me to get closer. I swallow a lump that forms in my throat, urging the already swarming butterflies in my

night. Today, August 12th, 1983, is a big day for thirteen-year-old, Marcie Goupil, as she goes to an all-girls summer camp in Burnside, Tennessee, for her first time. Marcie is aroused with excitement as she places her last few shirts into her over-filled duffle bag. As Marcie and her dad pull up to the camp, she sees large, dull looking trees with pointy branches, and leaves that started to change colors, just barely covering a sign that reads, “Camp Rio.” All around her, counselors and campers

be when I need time to myself. I found this place when I was thirteen and have been coming back since then. It is on the very top of the highest hill there is in the camp and there is a beautiful old tree that has been there forever, I climb to the top and just stare. All I can see are the very tops of the walls that keep the camp protected from the city. I can see some decaying ruins of what must have been office buildings or shopping malls. I wonder what It must have been like to live in the city

My best friend and I decide to go camping, it was supposed to be a regular long weekend with her at Gennie Springs. The only thing was that we did not count on the issues that it could bring to us. It was a Memorial weekend and two days before the weekend we planned everything to travel 5 hours away from home. The plan was just go camping, spend time with nature, and disconnect from the world. We did not plan that the park was for crazy parties, we also did not plan that the police will stop us,

parents giving me choice either get a job or go to camp over the summer for 6 weeks again. I really didn’t want to go to the camp my only option was to tail off and get a job at the young age of 15. I started off by applying to hannafords because i heard they were hiring, after waiting 2 weeks and no response other than a thank you for applying i heard nothing back. It was starting to look grim and no other choice but to go away from home and go to camp but there was one last shot i could apply for a

person had not been there. It reminds me of George Bailey in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” He was given the chance to see what his community would be like without him. And so it is for Steve Rock. Without his yeoman’s efforts on behalf of the Variety Club Camp and Development Center, the children with disabilities that it has served for years would have missed many new learning experiences. For example, there would be no opportunity for the children of the Greater Phoenixville Area who attend the camp’s