The years of hard work and dedication have finally paid off. As I stand with the scoutmaster in front of me, and the audience behind my back, I feel like this accomplishment will not only help me develop as a leader, but also as a person. Becoming an eagle scout is more than a badge and a rank; it is a sense of duty and fulfillment that I have sought for so many years and am finally able to achieve. From Cub Scout to Eagle Scout, like adolescence to adulthood, this momentous occasion symbolizes my entrance into a new world and my readiness to tackle the challenges it has in store for me. It all started in the 6th grade. I was a young, whimsical, spontaneous ball of energy without a care in the world. I had always seen the other kids in my …show more content…
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 …show more content…
Just a valley of nothingness for miles. What was I to do with people I wasn’t even friends with for four days? The mere thought of it consumed me. Then I hear the scoutmaster shout, “Okay boys! We’re going to kick things off with a bang. Your first activity for today will be to locate your camping gear!” Immediately I thought to myself, “what? Are you kidding me?” The day shifted from bad to worse, and I didn’t think it was going to stop there. So here I was with my troop, maps in hand, the mixture of fear and anxiety overwhelming us. We contemplated our game plan for a while. Another scout, who would later become my best friend, broke the silence. “Well, better get going before it gets dark. Don’t want to be sleeping out in the open.” Reluctantly, the rest of us got up and followed. As the day dragged on, I found myself to be in a better mood. In fact, it was actually entertaining. All of the meetings teaching us random camping and surviving skills was handier than I anticipated. We rappelled down mountains, navigated through treacherous waters, and mapped out our travels. Above it all, I shared the experience with people who were having just as much fun as I was. In what seemed like no time we were able to secure our gear and head back to base
Congratulations on your Eagle Scout! It takes a supportive and involved family to achieve that rank. Cole and I park cars at LSU home games and have met a few people from other troops, but so far, you are the first person we have met from Troop 65. Some adult men that I respect are Eagles and give their Boy Scout experience high praise for many life lessons. Hopefully, scouting will "balance" out Cole's life experience of being raised by women and give him practical life skills.
In order to understand the behavior and actions of the four characters in this story, the author must describe the place physical place and time where the four characters must survive. The perception of this environment is crucial for the actions of the characters to be appropriate. Clark describes some sights in this decimated prairie, “The frozen mud still bore the toothed impress of great tanks, and a wanderer on the neighboring undulations might have stumbled, in this light, into large, partially filled-in and weed-grown cavities, their banks channeled and beginning to spread into badlands. These pits were such as might have been made by falling meteors, but they were not. They were scars ...
After examining my grey, cotton shorts and flowered tank top, I decided to go back to our hut and find a change of clothes. “Mom, I’m going back to the hut,” I yelled, “but I’ll be back!” Then I hurried out of the rice field. We began walking down the dirt road and then came upon the Northern soldiers.
The time spent there became more about meeting family friends and going to dinners. Almost four years passed before I returned to the memory of getting lost in those woods. It was a week before the start to my junior year of high school, and I was visiting my grandparents in Virginia. One morning, after a very early breakfast and a promise to return promptly, I walked outside toward the woods. I walked aimlessly, remembering the similar trips I used to make in the forest upstate. I saw a young kid, eager to dirty his hands with exploration of the tangible world. I was older now, and my summer had been spent exploring a possible career path by interning at a financial services firm. A sudden thought crept slowly into my mind, piecing itself together before my
Being inducted into the National Honors Society is what I have been waiting for. Becoming a member is nothing more than a dream come true, and I appreciate it greatly. If I am to be chosen as a member I know that I will be a positive and dependable participant in society activities. Due to my abilities and past experiences, I can be considered a valuable candidate because I demonstrate the qualities of leadership, service, and character. I do feel that if I am chosen, I will do nothing detract from the prestige and respectability that is associated with the society.
As a student at Northvale Public School, I have grown up with my older siblings being inducted into an organization called the National Junior Honor Society. I had seen all the hard work and dedication they put into their school work and activities just to get into this society, making me want to be just like them. Then a few weeks ago, I found a note on my desk in homeroom telling me that I had been nominated to be apart of this society. Through citizenship and character, leadership, and service, I intend on being inducted into the society I have heard so much about. Though it will take a lot of effort this school year, being a part of this society is a dream of mine that I will make sure to come true.
Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines the United States Armed Forces, each has a separate mission but all work towards the same goal. As a young child I grew up around many of these individuals who served their nation proudly and honorably. I always admired that, they were all so willing to give of themselves. Each took part in this brotherhood for their own individual reasons, I too have has this calling. My mom always knew form the time I was a little boy that being a part of the United States Military was what I was going to do. So when I enlisted on October 7, 2015 it was not a big surprise. However, my MOS was, I choose to be a (19K) M1 Armored Crewman, which basically means I will be working with one of the biggest and deadliest military machines.
I have a lot of goals in my lifetime from the small things like joining football next year, to the big things like Becoming a Naval Officer. Being an Eagle Scout will also really help me achieve many of these goals. I joined Cub Scouts in 3rd grade as a bear, and I still enjoy it to this day.
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.
“Scout’s Honor” by Avi is a realistic short-story about three boys trying to move up a class in Boy Scouts and they are trying to prove that they are a man. In the beginning, Max, Horse, and the narrator, (name is unknown), are talking about going to New Jersey to camp for the night without a parent or guardian, to get the third badge to move up a class. They have to get the Scout Craft badge. Soon, the boys have trouble getting there and realize they didn't need all the stuff they took and needed different things. In the end the narrator gives up and Max and Horse join in. Then they all agree not to tell the scout leader about their journey, “Mr. Brenkman.” This story shows that the boys weren't as strong as they acted.
Have you ever felt like you didn’t fit in with anyone. All the people your age have similar things in common while you rather be doing something completely different. In the beginning of my life I never encountered kids. All my siblings and family members were older which made me have thoughts of an older child. In addition, I started school later than the average kid which hesitated most of my teachers. There was one event in particular that finally made me sociable as a kid, and not afraid of acting my age.
I had know idea what it was going to be like and a lot of past campers had told me that it was going to be challenging. We lined up in single file, girls in the front and guys in the back and we started making our way down. I remember thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?” and “Will I finish alive?” We started walking on a crummy gravel path and it got harder the longer we trekked.
It all started in elementary school about 5th grade. I felt very lonely and indeed was. I had a number friends here and there, but I never really had any true friends. I just felt like there wasn't an association for myself. I would see movies where kids would get super powers or have like a great talent and I would become very jealous. I didn't know what to do. I would try and find something I was good at but always ended up empty handed because I would be judge and it would put me down.
Her spry, Timberland-clad foot planted itself upon a jagged boulder, motionless, until her calf muscles tightened and catapulted her small frame into the next stride. Then Sara's dance continued, her feet playing effortlessly with the difficult terrain. As her foot lifted from the ground, compressed mint-colored lichen would spring back into position, only to be crushed by my immense boot, struggling to step where hers had been. My eyes fixated on the forest floor, as fallen trees, swollen roots, and unsteady rocks posed constant threats for my exhausted body. Without glancing up I knew what was ahead: the same dense, impenetrable green that had surrounded us for hours. My throat prickled with unfathomable thirst, as my long-empty Nalgene bottle slapped mockingly at my side. Gnarled branches snared at my clothes and tore at my hair, and I blindly hurled myself after Sara. The portage had become a battle, and the ominously darkening sky raised the potential for casualties. Gritting my teeth with gumption, I refused to stop; I would march on until I could no longer stand.
We all grabbed our lawn chairs and cozied up next to the roaring red fire. I always sat a little too close, enough to where the fire burnt a hole straight through my favorite pair of flip-flops, assuring me to never make that mistake again. S’mores was all of our favorite bed time snack time and a perfect way to end the night. Every time I would roast my marshmallow until it became slightly brown, mushy, and not too hot in the center; then I 'd put it between two graham crackers and extra pieces of chocolate. One too many s’mores and a belly like later I laid back in my chair and listened as Nancy told us stories. Before going to bed Nancy told us about her favorite past times here as a child and how just like the little girl we saw fishing, she was also afraid of fishing. She told us stories about how much the campground has evolved since she was a child and how every year she promises to take us here and to keep it a tradition. At bedtime Alicia and I crawl into our tents and snuggle up in our warm sleeping bags. We talked to each other about how sad we felt that it was almost the end of summer, and how nervous we felt to start our freshman year of high school. However, our conversations ended when Nancy yelled at as from the other tent to keep quiet and go to bed. I’d fallen asleep that night to the sound of the fire crackling out and the crickets chirping