Opinion
Today there are many negative stereotypes of teenagers about how we are so lazy, we don’t think of anyone but ourselves, and we are so self-centered. I believe that this is completely false, and in fact the complete opposite is true. Teenagers do more community service than any other age group. Almost all of my friends do some type of community service. There are many opportunities for us to give back to the community with programs such as the boys and girls club, youth coaching, charities, fund-raisers and walks.
People wonder why teenagers don’t get more involved in community service, but they don’t know our struggle. Nowadays, teenagers have school, sports, clubs, Minnesingers and work. Some teenagers do not have the time for community service. But there are many opportunities for teenagers. Teenagers just need to look a little more carefully in the community for the right place for them.
Savor the moment, she said; it was her favorite phrase. Della Brown Hardman, the distinguished artist, educator and volunteer died in December of 2005. And now each year the last Saturday in July is set aside in the town of Oak Bluffs as a day to remember her. The fourth annual Della Hardman Day is tomorrow and a series of events are planned to celebrate the arts, as Della did so beautifully in her own life.
Community service is an admirable endeavor as it allows you to work for something you believe in and give back to the community. By participating in community service, you can feel connected to your community. While some students at Marta’s Vineyard Regional High School do community service because it looks good on a college transcript or meets a requirement, other students intrinsically want to help their community. Regardless of their motive, many students at the high school are often confused as to how they can actually get involved and what types of things they can do.
From July Vineyard Gazette editions:
Ordinarily at this phase of an Island summer the hedgerows would be dusty, and dust would be coating the dry, hot sweet fern beside our sandy roads. The scent of huckleberry and bayberry thickets would seem to be part of the heat, part of the sunny day and the elixir of sunlight itself. Older inhabitants remember how the iron rims of carriage wheels used to sink into the sand, and how the heat and the dust mingled and then fell apart.
Bringing Engine No. 2 Home
To run, maintain and protect a town, taxpayers buy all sorts of vehicles: dump trucks, police cruisers and backhoes, among others.
Yet whatever loyal and lengthy service any of them render, they won’t begin to attract the affection inspired by a fire engine.