“Max wake up, we have to go” were the words I woke up to one foggy morning. I stumbled out of bed and got dressed as Kyle, my roommate for the week, came back into the room. “Why are we doing this again?” I asked as we went over to our teammates room to wake them up. “I don’t even know man.” Kyle responded while knocking on the door to the rest of our team’s dorm. They all slowly filed out of the room, each one dreading waking up at five in the morning. I walked with my team out of the building and followed the rest of the people at the Smokey Mountain Running Camp to the busses. The bus ride felt like eternity, but I did not mind since I made so many new friends at this camp. I sat next to Bridget, a girl I met from Florida, and we talked
It was the afternoon of December 31st. That afternoon we had left Jerome in Arizona and drove a couple hours to the Grand Canyon. The drive up there was beautiful. My brother and I sat in the back seat with our headphones on and listening to music. We took a few little naps on the way up to the Grand Canyon. The closer we got we decide to stay awake for the beautiful view. The higher we got going up and up the more hebegebees we all got!
Imagine the biggest deer of our life walking in front of us. The thing is so big that at first glance you didn’t even think it was a deer. That is what the Zellmer deer camp is all about. The deer camp was started seven and a half decades ago by my grandfather’s grandfather.
As soon as they picked me up, we headed right to Hershey. On the way, we talked about the rides and what we were going to do. We were arguing about what was going to be our first ride that day. It took about half an hour, but we made
Camping is a fun activity for friends and family, that’s the time where they share their memories, and also make new ones. On the other hand, camping is when people are trying to stay off the rain, and wild animals form attacking them. That’s when camping is a time their lives depends on it. The article “Camping for their lives” by Scott Bransford talk about small and big cities that is over populated with homeless citizens. The article talks about what is happening in the scene, and what they have to face each and everyday order to survive.
One day at concentration camp I met a girl named Destiny . She was so nice and sweet; she told me what to do so I wouldn’t get in trouble with the kapo. The first awakening I got was harsh you had to wake up make a bed that was really impossible to make. If you didn’t make the bed right you would get beat. The guards were harsh to us prisoners. The breakfast was even worse if you didn’t have you mess-tin in hand you would not eat. The Kapo would only give us 10 ounces of bread and coffee the bread was the only solid food we would get until tomorrow morning . The guards have fun with the food some times and ruin the bread and spill the coffee. They threw my bread in the mud and i got punished for it. After breakfast we do roll call there are
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
Name Professor Subject Date A Scary Story I have never wanted to tell this story. However, I have to tell it as it almost made my heart skip a bit. It was in the year 2015 when this happened.
But this day sticks out vividly. It was a nice sunny day, I had finished school, and had just gotten off the bus at my bus stop. Usually I would go straight home on my kick-scooter, which I ‘parked’ at the bicycle stand next to the bus stop, but on this day I walked back with a girl called Emily.
She was like sunshine in the sun. And so I went to her. It was my first, but not last, hitchhiking. I've since hitchhiked from Boston to Georgia. From Philadelphia to Miami, Kansas City to Chicago, Mexico to Vegas, LA to Mexico, and Miami to New Orleans.
"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.
One of the most memorable bus experiences in my life happened when I was in fifth grade. The final bell at school had rung, so I sprinted out to the bus with a few of my friends to save seats since our bus was always crowded. After we flung our backpacks into the four back seats, we ran back inside the school to buy some Mountain Dew from the pop machine in the cafeteria. After jamming our quarters into the machine and snatching the cans out of the bin, we sprinted back outside to make sure we did not miss the bus. It was still there, in all its yellow glory, so we hurried through the doors and onto the bus.
I’m on a muddy, yellow bus coming back from camp. I'm twelve and so are you. Prior to leaving for camp, I had imagined it would be just me and three, maybe four, other boys that I hadn't met yet, running around all summer, getting ourselves into trouble. Playing games and just enjoying our summer. You know, typical boy stuff. Ultimately it ended up being me and this one girl. That's you. As long as we are still on the bus its like we are still at camp. Once we reach the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us camp will be over.
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.
While on the road my friend’s sister and I got to know each other very well. We talked about how we were doing in school, and many other things. As time went by we could see the mountains getting closer and closer to us. We could not wait to climb El Capitan. When we finally arrived, we unpacked and got ready to hike El Capitan. On the way up the hike we had a great time because as we hiked up we talked about how cool it was going to be up there on top of the world.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together