I remember that first summer I went to the summer camp. It was one of the hardest, saddest, and most boring summers that I’d ever lived. I remember…they were mean to me. It was only because I was different. It wasn’t racial difference but it was because I was new. I didn’t know what was going on. Everyone was different. Everyone was mean. This, though, was the very reason why I’m a funny person. Why I can tell people some pretty mean stuff. And why I have a good idea of what’s going on. Though it was a bit of a sacrifice of a good summer, I’m very glad it happened and the events to follow.

It all started at the beginning of my third grade summer. I would usually go to Kid’s University at Augusta State. I did at the beginning of the summer but for the rest of the summer, I needed somewhere else to go. A friend of my mom’s suggested the MCG Summer Camp and my mom quickly got me into it. The first day I came, I was trying to get to know everyone but everyone was teasing me because I was new. I wasn’t used to this so I had no idea what to do. I had, for the first time in my life, seen how people can really be. I even remember a few…Derek, Corbin, Christopher, Michael, Sean, Jordan, Jacob, and Barbara. All throughout the summer, I had endured the insults and everything and by the end of it, I had become a different person.

I had a hard summer but it ended really fast and time for school came. Within the first week, I learned that I would have to move to C.T. Walker ( a elementary/middle magnet school) for fourth grade because I had been accepted…four years after my parents registered me! To my surprise, many of the kids that went to the summer camp went to C.T. Walker. New environments brought different attitudes, I learned, and many of them quickly tried to forget what happened in the summer to become my friend. They found out how cool I could be and were very nice throughout the year and the summer. It was the first year at C.T. Walker when I learned the basics of my funniness. It was also a year where I met new people and learned new things. Sure, some of my friends were troublemakers, but I can thank them for my somewhat popularity there and how I became a funny person. It was a great first year at C.T. Walker and I made a lot of friends. I also thought that those people from the summer camp have changed but the next summer I went there, I was going to find out that I was terribly wrong.