Blog # 6

                                                                Camp Chief Hector 2012

                                                                Camp Chief Hector 2013

"What is camp? Well, camp, camp is fun. Its about facing your fears, making new friends and climbing to new heights. Camp isn't just about fun and singing around the camp fire. Its about telling secrets never shared, trying things you never thought about trying, getting to know yourself and most importantly, making memories you will never forget. Camp is a chance to get away and discover who you truly are. Camp, well, camp is life." ~ Doug Sul, Director of Camp Chief Hector.


 I can't choose which photo is more important to me. They are both special. They both come with a million stories that are never to be shared. I chose these photos because Camp means so much to me. Doug is right, it’s my life. Doug is right; you keep memories that will last forever.  In 2012, we were so close. We all knew each other so well and told each other everything. I chose this picture because it was the last day of our hike. Finally, after our 2 days bush-whacking excursion and going back to the previous campsite due to. In 2013, I have never felt more included. We did not have any drama, we just had fun. We weren't exactly best friend close but we had fun. I don't think there was ever a point in time I was not smiling. I chose this picture because it was our last day out at Gray Jay (outpost of camp.) We spent the whole two weeks there and on our last day we had a pie baking competition. We spilled Co-Co all over ourselves and decided to throw it on each other. It was a sad but fun moment for all of us. We were spending our last night together and we just had fun.  These pictures are meaningful to me because I am happy in both, myself in both, natural in both. High School is hard.  Camp is an escape for people like us because there is no social hierarchy there. Whenever I feel down I think of Camp and sing the Camp song. It makes me smile and I look forward to the summer. I forget about the drama of High school and I feel a peace. Doug also said that camp is home. He is right. "Home is where your heart is." 




This is the camp song:

"I'm thinking about Kananaskis, lookouts memories. Fills my mind with another time and brings it home to me. I'm thinking about Kananaskis, lookouts memories. Fills my mind with another time and brings me home again."

Blog #5

Honestly, I did not have many moments over Christmas break. I very rarely got off my couch. I went skiing twice and snowboarding once. I have to say though, my memorable moment was my first time skiing:

A friend and I decided to go out to Lake Louis one thursday afternoon. I haven't been skiing in eleven months so it was pretty fun. She was a few levels lower then me so one run we decided to go our separate ways. Se went down the main run and I went down a double black run with moguls. It turns out it was really icy and rocky. I saw a little path in the trees and whispered "YOLO," to myself and headed down the little path. Turns out it was not a run. It was a stupid person trying to make a new tree run. Surprisingly I did not fall heading down the steep slope until i tripped on a tree root. I fell into power waist deep and got stuck. At this moment, I knew I screwed up. I sat in the powder for about 10 minutes trying to call me friend. I was freezing, terrified and num everywhere. My friend was not going to answer. I could not move. This moment was probably one of my scariest skiing moment of my life. I squirmed around on the snow for over an hour until I could reach the tree root  I dug myself out a hiked until I found the route out. It was fun but scary.

Blog #4

I love kids. Little kids make my day on a daily basis especially when they get excited about absolutely pointless things. I work with little kids every weekend, I baby sit, I have volunteered for summer camps at Westside and I work there as a birthday party host. There is this one little girl in grade 5 that went to summer camps while I was volunteering there and she now goes to Calgary Academy. I saw her last year but I didn’t think she remembered me so I didn’t say anything. During the Terry Fox Run this year we had to go to a grade 5 class and find a theme for our grades. She was in the Grade 5 class my class was paired with this year. When she saw that I went to her school, her face just lit up. I have never seen expression of true excitement until this. She jumped out of her desk and hugged me as soon as she could. She wouldn’t let me go until I promised her I would volunteer for Westside again. I kept telling her I had to go but she didn’t let me ago until her teachers had to peel her off of me. It was one of the cutest things I have ever seen. Every time I see her in the hallways, she runs up and hugs and smiles the biggest smile I have and/or ever will see. 

Blog #3

Since I live in Canada and specifically Calgary, I have a lot of winter stories. Some are happy, some are sad but most are hilarious. For example, the time I ran into a tree. This story takes us back to when I was in grade 7. I was in an all mountain ski program at C.O.P. and recently discovered my love for tree runs. On the school ski trip my friends and I ditched the ski lessons we were required to do and went down some runs that weren’t exactly easy for 3 snowboarders. The runs weren’t also that easy for me either. One of my friends decided to take off her snowboard and slide down on her butt. She got out of there safely and we had no idea where the other two went but we weren’t too concerned. I wanted to practice popping off of drops because I had recently discovered my love for taking air at that time. I was kind of scared so I waited for my friend to be completely off the run and sitting safely on the cat track or pathway. When I saw she was completely stable I asked her to spot me because I was kind of nervous. I straight-line the little part of hill, gaining a bit more speed then I hoped to and I hit the drop. I flew uncontrollably off the drop and landing on the cat track, but I couldn’t get control fast enough. I kept going and flew off another drop. In my head I’m thinking well at least there isn’t a tree. Suddenly, a tree appears coming out of nowhere. Oh shit.  I fly head first into the tree. I remember passing out for a couple of seconds. I also remember thinking it was a dream. I wake up stuck between three trees. It took me 10 minutes to untangle myself. My friend and I still laugh at this memory on a weekly basis. It was hilarious then and even funnier now. There isn’t a snow memory in my brain quite like this.  

Blog #2

If you have ever had a best friend, you would have many stories about laughing so hard no sound came out or you started to cry. I would know, cause my best friend and I share many of these laugh attacks, but one stands out of all the rest.

            It was four weeks into summer and I hadn’t seen my best friend since school got out. I was on my way to her house with our favorite movie and a whole ton of candy. When I got to her house we headed straight or  the basement where we watched T.V. for a while and the movie. As usual, she sat on the pull out couch and I sat in the rocking chair. I was sitting on the chair, quite distracted by the movie and suddenly, I hear a scream. I turn around and my best friend some how fell down in between the pull out bed and the back of the couch. Her legs are in the perfect splits position and he head was peaking from in between them. She looks at me and cried for help. I burst out laughing! I could not believe she got stuck in the couch. She waves her arms but most of her arm was stuck as well so she just looked like a T-Rex. I fell onto the floor laughing. She gives up with me helping her and decides it would be a good idea to fall down all the way to the floor and try to role out. I am still laughing. She reaches the floor and tries to role out, only to find that there is the back of the couch on one side and the front of the bottom of the couch on the other. I am laughing so hard that I looked like a clown cause my mascara had run down my face. She stayed there for a while until I came to my senses. I ran and got her dad. Her dad started laughing as well but he still managed to get her out. This was 2 years ago but I still remember it to this day. I still laugh when I see the pictures I took. 

Blog # 1

               Imagine that you are on a school band trip with seven of your friends, one including your boyfriend. The bus has stopped at a mall food court for lunch and there is so much food to choose from. There is Chinese, Sandwiches, Pizza, McDonald, Etc. You and your boyfriend choose your favorite food of all times, Sushi. The group of seven splits up and goes to an other place. You and your boyfriend order food and sit down in a table nearest to the Sushi place you can find. The food comes and you see that your Boyfriend has ordered your favorite roll of all times .  You scan his plate and see the best piece. It has the most crab and the biggest piece of shrimp you have ever seen fit into a tiny roll. You have eat it. He doesn’t touch the piece of sushi because he knows you want it and he wont give it to you. You try stealing it from his plate but he doesn't let you near his food. Next plot is distracting him, doesn't work. Finally, you give up and carry on eating your own Sushi. You look up and see your friends and wave them over. Your boyfriend gets distracted when your friends come and take their seats and start talking. He stops eating, losing focus on the piece of Sushi to talk with your friends. You take advantage of this situation and snatch the piece off his plate. You put it in your mouth before he realized what happened. It tasted amazing! You swallow and start describing how amazing the piece what.