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Personal Narrative: Camp Mosaic
Friday. T minus 15 hours till the last day of camp. The Saturday volunteer cancelled. My game plan was crumpled up and trashed. “Why hadn’t I thought of backup plan?” I asked myself, on the verge of pulling out my hair. I hadn’t taken into account all the variables and now I was receiving the repercussions. I had no idea becoming the Transportation Coordinator for a camp would be so stressful.
Before summer began, I applied to become a counselor in hope of giving back to Camp Mosaic, the camp I participated in as a young girl. Camp Mosaic is an educational and fun-filled six-day day camp for Ismaili Muslim youth, with activities such as sports, arts and crafts, and more. I planned to set aside work and ACT Prep for two weeks to volunteer
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