Chewonk Narrative

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In 6th grade I got to go to “ChewonkI” I rose up from my bed. I was nervous about who was going to be in my group My parents drove me to school, and I walked into my Social Studies class with Mrs. Ramsbotham. I went to go find my friends. We were all talking about “ Chewonki” We were all nervous. It was time to go to Chewonki. My friends and I all walked out of class together and down to the bus that was waiting for our class. I got lucky that I got to be on a bus with my friends the whole way there we talked. About 2 hours later we got to “ Chewonki” and were directed to a huge field where the whole grade all stood in a circle with the counselors, and the teachers off to the side. There was the main counselor in the middle of the circle that was calling out names and giving out group Information. …show more content…

My counselor gave us big water jugs to carry to our campsite he warned us that they were very heavy before we walked to our campsite. Our walk was not that far when we got to our yurt we set our things down and claimed which bunk would be ours we each got two bunks to ourselves. Next, we went outside our yurt and were giving crew jobs to do. I was on Kitchen crew for the first night so I and the kitchen crew was busy cooking over the fire. After dinner and we cleaned up. My group decided we wanted to play hide and go seek. When we were there we had no idea at all what time it was so we all went to bed when we were tired. The next morning we went to the “ Barn” which has a rope climbing course it is very cool briefly, we all were tired and decided to go back to our yurt. The girls were talking inside their yurt. Us girls decided to try to fit everyone in the top bunk and get a picture we did that and one girl fell off the top bunk it was very exciting and fun. Soon it was dinner and we did the job that we were assigned to. We played games until we fell

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