The summer before 7th grade I did a camp… a junior police camp in New Jersey, but I can’t start there. A few years prior we had met a nice family while vacationing in
St. Maarten they had a daughter named Kylie who was around my age. We became very good friends almost immediately, but the only problem is they lived in New Jersey and I lived in Minnesota. Our families started going to St. Maarten every year at the same time together. One year the father, John asked me “Hey would you be interested in doing my junior police camp this summer” Of course I ignorantly said yes not knowing what I was getting myself in to. A few short months later I was headed to the airport for my first flight by myself. I was terrified therefore I immediately started …show more content…
Kylie and I walked in the door and immediately looked at each other panicking about what we had gotten ourselves into. We were in a putrid middle school gym with roughly about 40 other kids. A drill sergeant walks over to us and, I instantly made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LOOKING AT DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 20” was the last thing I heard before I was on the ground attempting to do pushups with tears rolling down my face. I felt horrified “What have I got myself into?” was all that I could keep asking myself. After that was over, another drill sergeant came over to us. Of course I make the mistake again of looking him in the eyes and the next minute I am on the ground doing more pushups. I learned really fast after that one. There was still the time when I yawned and with a booming voice throughout the gym, everyone heard “I NEVER SAID YOU CAN YAWN” let’s just say I never made that mistake again. I had the nickname of Minnesota because I was the only person from Minnesota at the camp. Every time I heard someone call me that I got scared.
It was an extremely long day. Once we got back to their, home I called my parents. I told them how I couldn’t do it and begged to go back home, but that did not go over well with them. I was in tears by the end of that conversation. John enforced that “Winners are not quitters, and quitters are not winners” the motto of the camp which he ran by the way. There was no way I was getting out of this
St. Maarten they had a daughter named Kylie who was around my age. We became very good friends almost immediately, but the only problem is they lived in New Jersey and I lived in Minnesota. Our families started going to St. Maarten every year at the same time together. One year the father, John asked me “Hey would you be interested in doing my junior police camp this summer” Of course I ignorantly said yes not knowing what I was getting myself in to. A few short months later I was headed to the airport for my first flight by myself. I was terrified therefore I immediately started …show more content…
Kylie and I walked in the door and immediately looked at each other panicking about what we had gotten ourselves into. We were in a putrid middle school gym with roughly about 40 other kids. A drill sergeant walks over to us and, I instantly made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LOOKING AT DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 20” was the last thing I heard before I was on the ground attempting to do pushups with tears rolling down my face. I felt horrified “What have I got myself into?” was all that I could keep asking myself. After that was over, another drill sergeant came over to us. Of course I make the mistake again of looking him in the eyes and the next minute I am on the ground doing more pushups. I learned really fast after that one. There was still the time when I yawned and with a booming voice throughout the gym, everyone heard “I NEVER SAID YOU CAN YAWN” let’s just say I never made that mistake again. I had the nickname of Minnesota because I was the only person from Minnesota at the camp. Every time I heard someone call me that I got scared.
It was an extremely long day. Once we got back to their, home I called my parents. I told them how I couldn’t do it and begged to go back home, but that did not go over well with them. I was in tears by the end of that conversation. John enforced that “Winners are not quitters, and quitters are not winners” the motto of the camp which he ran by the way. There was no way I was getting out of this