Personal Narrative: The Boy And Girls Club

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I remember when i was younger i used to have a bad attitude and not wanting to be away from my mom for too long besides school. So when she first said something about it i thought she was kidding because of the fact of she knew how i was so after school that day i had got on the boy and girls club bus and it was a lot of people i had personal relationships with and before i realized it everybody was calling my name, shaking my hand and also asking me to be on there team in everything. The Boy and Girls Clubs “make it happen” has been around since it was first open with that quote alone they have served nearly 4 million young from them having a membership to them reaching out in their communities with over 4,300 organizations being open around the country they are also different forms of the clubs to make the 4,300 like 1,594 is school based clubs, 481 is boy and girls club affiliated youth centers on U.S military installations, 990 of the clubs are in the rural area, 296 clubs are in public housing areas and 175 clubs are on the native lands. …show more content…

She think that she was chosen for the role because of her work ethic and her being able to relate with them and work with them on their homework to make sure that there grades stay up because they are always welling as a crew team to put the kids first no matter the case they treat them as if they were there own and give them all the help and assistance that they

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