Narrative Reflective Essay
I was at summer camp at camp tom hale Talihina, OK when i became a victim of a serious case of heat exhaustion. I was 11 years old when i was with my troop during the week of June 19th - 25th.
Camp hale is a rocky mountainside campgrounds where many troops go to learn and have a good time. It was my 2 year there and it was triple digits for the whole week. There is a trading post where you could buy candy,soda, and other stuff. During the week, i had bought many sodas and candies which just dehydrated me added to the heat and me not drinking water during it made me a victim to heat exhaustion. I was at dinner on the 4th day their when i became very tired and the troop-master noticed. He asked if i was feeling alright
Imagine, sick soldiers, small huts, vomit, smoke everywhere near you, people crying "No Meat! No meat!" the terror of seeing everyone suffer. During December of 1777, Washington decided to set a winter camp at Valley Forge for the next few months. They set up "huts" with cold hard straw to sleep on. March 1st is the end of my enlistment, and I would leave/ not re-enlist, because of the terrible conditions, the risk of dying, and if it was truly worth it or not.
We have had to deal with, “poor food- hard lodging- cold weather- fatigue, “(Document B). In this diary by Dr Waldo, a doctor we have at camp, he has accurately described what life is like at camp. The factors that we undergo make us sick both physically and mentally, these factors make us lose all sense of empowerment to win this war that we once felt, these factors make us want to go home more than anything just to hear our mother’s voice just once more. The absence of encouragement from other colonists and countries, and how I have to go to bed with my stomach empty every single night pushes me over the edge to give up and just
I walk into Valley Forge. Winter 1777-78. As I walk in, an overwhelming feeling of emotions comes over me. Sadness, anger, hope, unwillingness, and happiness. I walk in a little bit further and I am greeted with many huts. These huts have no windows and only one door. I decide to peek into one of them and see 12 men inside. The huts are hard to see in because smoke has filled them. From another direction there is many men talking. I walk towards the noise and am surprised to see men sitting around a campfire eating small amounts of food. The men are talking about various things. Some are talking about their family, how they are excited that their duty is almost over, and some of the strong willed patriots who are willing to fight for their country are talking about how they are going to stay longer than they were sent to. As I keep wandering around the camp I find myself at an area with many men. These men are different than the men at the campfire. These men were the unlucky soldiers who had gotten sick. There is a soldier who is crying over another soldiers still body. Again I hear talking but this time it’s about how they need help caring for the sick and the soldiers that want to leave shouldn’t leave so they can help the sick. I shake off what I just witnessed and made the tough decision of staying. I would stay because they would need my help,
This past week SUU’s native American student association (NASA), hosted their 38th annual powwow. Our club, the SUU Polynesian club was invited to dance for thirty minutes between their activities and we happily accepted. After we danced we were invited to come back so that we could watch and experience the native American culture. I was surprised to see how similar their culture was to ours!
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
I went to camp Kangaroobie in year 5. Camp Kangaroobie was my favorite camp, it was just so much fun! Camp was honestly one of my favourite school experiences! I learnt so much at camp and experienced so many new things, which I never thought I would!
The soldiers and I have arrived at Valley Forge in 1777 with General George Washington and I am sick and freezing. Here, my fellow soldiers are weeping in pain because of what is happening. This is not good
My sixteen week class in English 111. I was really nervous about this class. Because English has never been my strong point. This class has hard, but fun all at the same time. I learn a lot from this class. Meanwhile,the first day of class you handed a paper with a question on it. “The first thing I want to say to you who are students is that you must not think of being here to receive an education; instead, you will do much better to think of being here to claim one.” Even though putting my all in what I have learned, claiming my education with hard work because using the skills of the meal plan, as we write to different audiences and learning to be a Critically thinker as I start becoming a critically-Literate Citizenship.
I never wanted to leave. I truly thought my life was ending on that August day in 2010 as the Peter Pan bus pulled off the dirt bumpy road in New Hampshire on its trek back to the Bloomingdales parking lot in Connecticut. The night before, I stood on the shore of New Found Lake looking out at the horizon on my last night, arm and arm with my sisters, tears streaming down our faces as our beloved director quoted, "You never really leave a place you love; part of it you take with you, leaving a part of yourself behind." Throughout the years, I have taken so much of what I learned those seven summers with me. I can undoubtedly say that Camp Wicosuta is the happiest place on earth; my second and most memorable home. Camp was more than just fun even as I smile recalling every campfire, color-war competition, and bunk bonding activity I participated in. It was an opportunity to learn, be independent, apart of an integral community, and thrive in a new and safe environment. I recognize that camp played an essential role in who I am today.
While we were in our holding barracks we all heard rumors about “shark week”. We quickly found for ourselves what it was when we stopped at our barracks. The doors opened and the vacation was over. You had 3 drill sergeants yelled to get off the bus immediately. I was in the last 10 people to get off the cattle truck but I remember the last guy got yelled at and punished with a lot of physical activity. There was yelling from everywhere, people having to do push-ups or running around with a duffle bag full of clothes. This went on for an hour straight. Once we finally got into a big formation, our drill sergeant “smoked” us for an hour. “Smoked” is a termed we used indicating complete exhaustion. We all were dog tired and then we had to run upstairs to the second floor and find a bed. We all found a bed and were standing at the end of it. Of course we had done it wrong because we were not in alphabetical order. We got punished for that by doing push-ups, sit-ups and crawling on the floor from one side to the other. The “smoking” continued through dinner and up until bed time. All we wanted to do was sleep but when we were finished for the night, we had to set up a fire guard (aka security guard) rotation. We finished at 2200 at night and we to have pairs of two stay awake for an hour and walking around the bay area with the beds and make sure everything was safe. If you had the 0500 to 0600
Having spent the better part of six summers hiking, cooking, orienteering, and practicing archery on the trails of Huddart Park, California, summer camp became a very precious time of my life. When I entered high school, I began working as a Unit Aide at my camp which meant I had the privilege to now teach young girls a whole slew of tasks such as survival skills, first aid, and knife skills. While attending Woodside Priory High School, I heard about similar activities such as archery and overnights that Mountain Camp counselors hosted. Chris Gregory encouraged me to look into the camp and see if it was something I might take interest in, and I soon discovered that it definitely captured my attention. I adore working with kids and would especially
The weekly meetings, the seemingly never ending community service, it was dreadful. Whatever time I spent not at home or at school was spent with my troop; and it didn’t help that my dad was a troop leader. I hated every single thing about it. I never gave it a chance. I begged my dad to quit; I felt as though the scout program was stopping me from doing anything and everything that I wanted to do. Every day I told him,” I don’t know anyone and the whole thing is so boring!” and everyday my dad told me,” just wait until we go camping.” I didn’t understand what he meant by that up until the day we actually went
In Patch Adams, Robin Williams portrays a doctor who strives to “improve the quality of life.” The movie is a perfect example of many cases of sacramental awareness and the sacrament of Annointing of the Sick. Patch encounters a “once-brilliant” man in a psychiatric clinic. Arthur Mendelson helps hunterThe first character Patch meets is Arthur Mendelson. Arthur influences Patch’s ability to see through problems. In a Christ-like manner, we must see through and past the problems and look ahead toward the solution. Christ died for our sins by looking past the problem.
It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
Patch Adams is a movie about a person named Henry “Patch” Adams that self-committed himself to a mental hospital because he was struggling with depression. After seeing how people are treated he is inspired to go to medical school so he can treat patients better. While in the mental institution he notices abnormal behaviors in his roommate. While at medical school he experiments with conditioned social responses in people. He defines the norms in medical school by being one of the oldest people there and breaking the rules to go and see patients before his third year, and did not conform to the student body. After much mischief and struggle he finally graduates medical school and opens his own hospital called the Guesdentite Institute. A