I woke up to the sound of loud music pumping from Andrew’s truck and arose, pondering the thought of what we might do today.  I was smiling, knowing that I was at the best camp ever, called Jeremiah Project.  Jeremiah Project is a christian camp that middle school kids can sign up to do at their church.  At the camp, you basically do charity work, rebuilding houses for those less fortunate.  I slipped on my work clothes, and joined the other campers.  Outside, I met up with Chris, the guy who played guitar and led the worships, my best friend Beck , and Andrew,  but he was half asleep in his truck because it was 7:00 in the morning.  The other campers moved like zombies as Ashley Chanted: “ JP CAMPERS, WAKE UP!!!”  and I sipped on some coffee.  We all went into the mess hall and I hesitated when I approach the lunch line staring at the sugar-coated french toast.  (I felt sick because it was so early) so I just ate some lucky charms. When we all finished, we swarmed outside and got into our work groups, anxious to find out what our assignments would be.  We all had designated jobs, and mine was “The Lunch Preparer” they chose me because I would always sneak in extra chips.  We loaded Glenn’s enormous chevy and were off.

   When we arrived at the worksite, we saw just how much we needed to work, and were mortified.  The roof was leaky, the gate was broken, the paint on the house was chipping and the grass was dead and full of garbage.  There was no way we could fix all of these things in one week, but we started working as soon as possible!  I was in charge of sealing the roof, which is the absolute worst job you could possibly have.  I was just about to finish, but the sky turned grey and gloomy, and I felt a raindrop hit the tip of my nose.  Then two, then three, and then it was flat-out POURING.  We all fled into the cozy house, and were shocked.  We had done so much work, but it would all be ruined.  The new paint on the house had not dried, and the sealer on the roof was giving way to the icy rain.  We all watched as small drops of water slid down the wall, and to the floor.  The project was over, we had lost to the rain.

   The next day, I was playing soccer with my sister and the ground was still slick with rain water, so when I lunged to the ball, I fell to the ground twisting my ankle.   I was in so much pain that I  cried.  I hopped to the nurse, who wrapped my ankle in an ace bandage and gave me a bag of ice.  Then, it was time to go to work.  At first, I knew it would be a bad idea to go, but then I thought about the poor family that we were helping, and I decided to tag along.  We hopped into the truck and left.  It had rained for two days, and we would leave the camp tomorrow.  We looked and saw that the paint had stayed on the house, but the sealer was trashed.  I could not get back up on the roof either, because of my injured ankle.  Our group leader was sealing, and I was picking up the trash in the lawn.  We fixed the fence, and prayed that it wouldn’t rain again, because the seal was still drying.  When we finished, we stood back and awed at our finished product, and it looked like a completely different house.  The family thanked us with a delicious lunch, and we left.  When we got in the car, Glenn took us to packs, an ice cream shop, and it was amazing.  I was full, and walked to the car.  We then left and got ready to leave the camp.  We packed up all of our stuff  and said goodbye to everyone there.  Then, we left for good.