About three months ago my church groups went on a trek. This was a great experience were we got to know one another better. A trek was a opportunity to see what it was like for the pioneers who crossed the plains. And to go through the hard trials that the pioneers went through. they split us up into what we called family’s our adult leaders were our mas and pas. The other youth in our family’s are our brothers and sisters. We left on Monday morning at almost 5: 30 am and arrived in Wyoming at noon we slept in tents with our trek brothers. We would hike 18 miles the next day We got up extremely early to go on this journey were we would pull our handcarts through rivers and mud pits and on hard rocky steep trails and know what it was like for
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.
When I finished this article I started to realize that the life of pioneers was not just one big adventure, but they had to face some really difficult problems like dangerous river crossing, bad weather, different kinds of accidents and diseases along the way without any chance for medical treatment.
It was back in the summer of 2004 when all was calm. The trees filled w/ dry green leaves, the grass barely green as patches of yellowness overcame its dried burned look, dandelions arose in monstrous amounts as the white cotton-like blooms of a dandelion flutter in the midst of an arid breeze, and visions of heat waves could clearly be noticed along a paved street on a clear afternoon. Yep, this truly was mid summer. But I do prefer summer over winter any day of the year. Around the hottest time of the year, a.k.a. middle of July, my church travels on a mission trip over to the Appalachia Mountains to help people in poverty rebuild their homes. I, among 14 other youths and leaders enjoy this yearly mission trip. Only to leave one week after my birthday the ASP (Appalachia Service Project) crew fled the town of Glen Ellyn and headed east towards the mountainous Appalachia Mountains. The mission had not only been to help people in distress but to also give an insight on personal faith, life, love, friendship, and a better understanding on why we are really here and why we have chosen to come here, as certain personality traits that we possess are revealed throughout the trip. I do remember last year's trip very clearly, and we've had just a few major dilemmas, but this year just clearly out does last year in every way, shape and form.
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My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
When my sisters asked why the pack lived at a different place mom just said that the den was only for pups being born. It is also used as a way to raise the pups, until they are strong enough to live with the pack. Mom then led us to where the pack was staying and we met all of the other wolves (Wolf). There was one wolf that looked like he was hanging back from the others. Mom said that he was the lowest in the pack because he was different from us and he was also weaker. When I asked how he was different mom told us that he came from the humans and that one of his parents was in a human’s pack. Mom told us not to worry about him hurting us because he knows better.
" mommy what is she talking about " i lied to keep you guys safe because if i told you the truth you would think diffrent of me " camron why are you crying " " im not crying beth i dont cry " " everyone cries camron evern daryl and he's one of the strongest people i know " i hate to leave you too . we were friends for so long you,me, and sophia i dissaperd and reaperd just like that " hey cam " " hi camron " " hi carl hi sophia " " cam whats wrong you look sad ? " . " its nothing sophia but can i tell you guys somthing " we trusted each other then . She died . Lori remember i was there carl i saw what happened and i dissaperd right after and im sorry " dad have you seen camron " " sorry carl havn't seen her but i'll keep an eye out " "okay
If there was a turning point in my life, it probably occurred around my freshman year of high school. Before this year began I has recently received the sacrament of confirmation in the Catholic church. In my church this sacrament is seen as a final step in the process of attaining full membership into the church. We believe that through it you receive certain special gifts and insights. I broach this event because something definitely changed in me after this process. Up until freshman year I had struggled to even get all A's. I'd usually end up just shy of all A's. Suddenly, in freshman year, something just clicked. I was off to a fairly good start with all A's. Something else had changed during this year that probably affected this trend. During
I first learned how to drive when I was fifteen years old. I am now twenty-one years old and extremely grateful to have the privilege of driving my own vehicle. My experiences of learning how to drive were quite easy, but challenging at the same time. I first got behind the wheel of my father’s Chevy Silverado pickup truck parked on the curb of our neighborhood, with my father in the passenger side. As I buckled up my seat belt, my palms sweating and my heart racing because I was so nervous yet excited to finally get the chance to learn how to drive. It was time to put the vehicle on D-drive, when I pressed on the gas a little too much so the truck wanted to take off, but my father had yelled, “wait!” and I had slammed on the brakes. “Yikes”
The moment I stepped on the ferry was like no other. The feeling of the moisture from Lake Superior on my skin was breathtaking. I have passed Mackinac city a million times but never experienced the heart-stopping beauty of Lake Superior and Mackinac Island. When I arrived to the island there were thousands of people all around me. I have never been accustomed to how many people were around, and on such a small island. Living in Michigan for almost half my life and moving away from this experience was something I thought would never happen. I really took living there for granted. I had never realized all of the things I never did until after moving and coming back to Michigan to discover more. I moved to Wyoming the beginning of summer 2010.
Being a zookeeper was never an occupational aspiration of mine, but somehow, according to my supervisor, that is the position I had taken. In the summer of 2009, fresh out of graduate school, I spent a summer teaching at a local drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. I had two sections of students with ages ranging from twelve to seventeen. These students had been either court ordered to seek help or their families had admitted them to this drug facility. Many of them had been kicked out of school already because of their substance abuse issues and their home lives were atrocious. Many of these parents were addicted to the same vices as their children, and in some instances had even introduced their children to them. Needless to say they
I am gonna talk about an experience I had when I was about 5. It was scary because I had hurt my hand really bad. This event had a big effect on the way I think about things I want to do. I had a good day before later that night when I hurt my hand.This is a very interesting story.
Hi, I’m a galaxy s6 samsung phone. I am not very new but I am not badly damaged either. My owner bought me in June of 2016. I am black in color and have a light blue case covering me. My life started in a factory where all of my pieces were put together to form a phone. I was then put in a box and sent to the Verizon store in Missoula, MT. Life was good hanging out in the box, although I didn’t have to sit there long. Shortly after I arrived I was given to Maddie and programmed with all of her information that I would keep safe. Life is good.
This essay I thought was a fairly straightforward one for me, but many times I had to be creative. Writing about someone else is hard in the first place, and I had to focus my essay based on one topic or a few topics from a timeline of someone else’s life. This type of essay was not very easy for me to write because I write better when I can connect ideas to my own life and make it more personal. Thankfully this essay only had to be 2-3 pages long because I am not sure about the information I was given I could write any longer. One big issue I had with this essay was how creative I had to be with what I was going to write, and how distant I felt from the context.
Do you ever think on new years eve “This year is going to be great!” But then it ends up terrible? Well I can relate to that. In 2016, I experienced failure. Failure in myself. I never expected to let myself down so bad. Let me start with why i experienced failure or how certain situations led me to failure. 2016 was the year when i lost many people to death and thought it was the most amazing idea to give up. 3 days into 2016 and i lost my uncle. 2 months later i lost my grandma that i haven’t seen ever since i was 4-5 because she lived in el salvador. Oh wait, then i thought my grandmas death would’ve been the last one i would have to go through for a while. But no, i lost my brother 6 months after due to an “accidental” shooting. I loved all of them and never wanted