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Sunday morning I remember being in a rush to clean my room and rush over to breakfast. There was a lot of bustle in the dorm and we were all making last minute preparations to make sure that we were ready. Before mission trip had even really begun we were faced with a 2 hour delay but eventually we were on the road and mission trip had officially begun. We would be driving from northern California all the way to northern Arizona. The first day we just drove for approximately 8 hours until we got to the hotel where we would stop for the night. Then the next morning, after breakfast, we were back on the road and that evening we arrived at Holbrook Indian School at around 6:15. We had worship with them that night and then we all proceeded to go to bed. …show more content…
We then split up into three groups: fencing, building sheds, and remodeling the girl’s dorm. I was in the last group. We spent the rest of the day repainting the recreation room and cleaning out four dorm rooms which were being used as storage rooms. The little kids really liked being around us but the older kids didn’t reach out to us very much or at all. I regret not making any effort myself. After lunch, a couple of the students on our trip played basketball with the older kids. While, I joined in with playing red light greed light and soon found out that the younger kids had a deep love for piggy back
Where is A Mission? The thought had always lingered inside of my head, aimlessly suspended like a climber stuck in an awkward position. Debating whether to reach for the next gap or to give out and abandon the idea. I had always dreamed of going on a mission trip, unfortunately my actions didn’t concede to the idea as easily as I imagined. Each time I was given the opportunity to go, I would push it back further and further by using a different excuse to cover my hesitation.
Making new friends, walking through the halls of a new school, and trying to become popular are a few concerns students stress over, prior to their first day of classes. I, Eitan Boutehsaz fell under this category as I made my switch from a private school, Yeshiva Ohr Chaim, to a public school, Great Neck North Middle School. It was the day after Labor Day, September 5, 2005, and I finally arrived at the institution where I would spend the next year attending. I was anxious, nervous, and in doubt of what this new chapter of my life at Great Neck North would have in store for me. At 7:35 A.M., I walked onto the stairs of the bus, but quickly realized I left my most prized possession at home, my basketball. I ran back into my house and took my basketball from its case on my chest. I ran back down the stairs and stormed out of my house, trying to get back my breath while sweating profusely, and got back on the bus. The bus was filled with excited-young peers’ ready to attend the first day of classes at a familiar school with friends; however, I had no reason to be happy. I was without my long time friends who I spent ten wonderful years with at Yeshiva Ohr Chaim. Nevertheless, I used my basketball as a means to get me through my first day of school because it was and will always be my “insurance policy.” Overall, my expectations for what Great Neck North would offer for me were not even close to what proceeded in the future. The year was filled with joyous occasions, academic success, the acquirement of best friends, flirtatious encounters with the opposite sex, and most importantly leading the Great Neck North basketball team to its first playoff appearance. In essence, as I reminiscence over my first year of public school, a framed...
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My youth pastor pulled out of our church parking lot at three am in the morning loaded down with a bus full of twenty four teenagers including me. We were off at last head to Colorado Spring Colorado, little did I know, our bus was going to fall apart this very day.
Life can have many ups and downs. One positive thing that has happened to me is being able to go on Mission Trips with my local youth group. I have been on a total of four mission trips in my life. Each one I go on opens my eyes to God. It brings people together and allows everyone to go and help the communities out. The mission trips are filled with teenagers from all over Missouri, that go all over America to help out. All the mission trips are put together by the CCYM (Conference Council on Youth Ministries.)
I did not want to leave. I had been here for ten days and I had established relationships and friendships with people from everywhere and all sorts of backgrounds. We all sat in the car preparing to leave. Every single one of us, my parents, brother and me, sitting in silence. Wanting to cry, waiting for someone to say the first word. Each of us had learned something that trip. For me, this experience had taught me what gratefulness was, the impact a good attitude has, what a servant looks like, and really how the relationships we make with our life is the most important aspect about life.
I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.
I was eating my lunch in the cafeteria at Holbrook Indian School. My mission group and I had just settled in two days earlier for mission trip. My high school, Weimar Academy has mission trips every year. This year one of the trips was to the Indian school in Holbrook, Arizona. After two days of travel, we finally arrived.
After two days of prep work among the counselors and CITs, the day was finally here. The campers were arriving. I greeted my campers as they arrived throughout the afternoon, five eleven-year-olds in all. Once everyone arrived, I led the girls in get-to-know-you games while my counselor got ready for the evening activities. I had wonderful girls, and I was eager to get to know each one of them as the week went on. In addition to being in charge of these five girls, I also prepared the props and set the stage for the skits each morning and helped with water games in the afternoons.
While in high school I had the exciting opportunity and privilege to go on a week-long mission trip to Honduras. This once in a lifetime trip was an awesome experience that was exciting and humbling.
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We just love to travel and every summer we dedicate a road trip to a state of our choice. A state that we can explore and do fun things together as a family. It's something that we have done for the past few years and one that has now become a tradition. However, it has not always been that way for me. At one point I couldn't travel 5 miles before motion sickness kicked in and I begged to be let out of the car. It was no fun for me and most certainly no fun for the kids either, and I knew that I just had to do something about it. Apparently my motion sickness doesn't just stop at me, my youngest son Mikael and my daughter Madison also experience it, but that's another story. Today I want to share how I am able to now experience my trips with
During a three week period, from September 1st to September 21st, I will be adventuring and exploring the culture and lifestyles of three different countries in Asia. I will have $6000 to spend on flights, food, and activities that I have received from Uncle Bart. The three countries I will be visiting are the Philippines, China, and Japan. I have chosen these countries to visit because of their different ways of living and to explore where my ancestors once lived. Some places i am excited to visit are Tokyo and Beijing because they are supposedly ahead of their time; in some places. I am also excited to eat some new foods that i have never tried before such as balut and little insects that you can buy on the streets in some cities.
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
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