Personal Narrative: My First Day At The Boys And Girls Club

The bus pulled up to the curb, and the kids started filing off the bus like ants coming out of an ant hole. They walked in and placed their bags and coats on the hooks. A girl turned and gave me a quizzical look. She had freckles sprinkled across her pale face. She had strawberry blonde hair. “Who are you?” she asked. “I’m Allie, I am going to be working here.” She seemed satisfied with my response and went to go sit down. It was my first day at the Boys and Girls Club. I was exceptionally nervous; I didn’t have that much experience with children. I didn’t know it then, but those kids were going to have a major impact on my life. My first few months at The Club had there ups and downs, but I was enjoying my time there with the kids. It was …show more content…
It was the longest seven hours I had ever endured before. The first month went by smoothly. Some kids had sports, and other summer rec activities in the morning, so our mornings were fairly quiet. The July came along. July brought us warm weather, the circus, and swimming lessons. I was completely frightened about bringing the kids to the circus, but once again, my boss assured me that it would be a breeze. I was responsible for 12 kids that day. My goal for the day was to just not lose any of my kids. The children absolutely loved the circus. Seeing the amazement on their faces made all of the struggles and worries worth it. Then, came swimming lessons. Yes, swimming lessons. We were responsible for getting approximately 50 kids between the ages of five and thirteen ready for swimming lessons, and then getting them to the PACC on time. Since Boys and Girls Club does not have a bus of any kind, we used a van. It took about eight trips to the PACC just to get them to swim lessons. “Allie are you going to watch us swim?” the kids would ask with zeal. “Of course.” I would say with a smile. Swimming lessons was a struggle, but it was all worth it once again, just to see them having …show more content…
I didn’t know where the time had gone. It was our last week of the summer program. It was time for me to decide if I would have enough time to work at the Boys and Girls Club. I would be going Post Secondary, so I wasn’t sure if I would have enough time. I hadn’t told anyone that I might not be able to work at The Club during the school year. I looked around at all of the kids. They were sitting, watching Big Hero 6. There was so many of them that I would miss. Then, a girl that I worked with said “for some of these kids, we are the most stable thing that they have in their life.” It broke my heart hearing that, because for some, it is true. That was when I realized, deep down, that I could not leave the Boys and Girls