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06 OCTOBER 2012 service Beat the Heat at the Beach: Bolsa Chica Beach Clean-Up John Tran CSU Fullerton It was 99 degrees as the sun transcended upon all our faces on the shores of Bolsa Chica, radiating a bright yellow glow that would remain there through the seemingly short hours of our journey. At first I was filled with a sense of apprehension and dread reminiscing on the distant yet unforgettable past experiences I have had on similar yet equally sandy shores, and yet these fears were overcome by the hospitality and company soon exhibited before me. We all soon met up with our fellow Circle K’ers by the junction between Towers 21 and 22, sunglasses on our heads, smiles on our faces, and our hearts eager and ready to give. Stephanie, the ambassador, introduced herself to all of us as well as a bubbly man named Skip, the one in charge of La Mirada’s Kiwanis. We soon found ourselves laboriously carrying various objects and supplies from his car to the destination of the pits situated before us. In the short time as we were awaiting everyone else’s arrival we got the chance to socialize with our fellow peers, building a strong sense of camaraderie between one another. Skip and Stephanie soon divided us into various groups, as we roamed the shores from one spot to another looking for various pieces of trash. One person in each group was given the fundamental task of logging each item found – these ranged from traditional items such as Styrofoam, plastics, bottle caps, and cigarette butts, to some rather unique ones such as floss, toy parts, and balloons. As we walked through the beach inspecting for distinctive pieces of trash, we worked together, dipped our feet into the water whenever our feet became overburdened with sweat, conversed with one another, and made a significant difference. By the end of two hours, our trash bags were full, and our hearts content. As the morning hours departed and the afternoon raged on, we were provided hot dogs, chips, and drinks by Skip with a smile on his face, proud of what we had just accomplished. Then, free time came as we all faced the shores of the beach, dipped our feet into the water, and bonded over the radiating sunlight before us. For the first time in ?V'2??fV?B6V?6R?b6F?6f7F????F?( ?BfV?B&Vf?&RBF?R&V6??7W'&?V?FVB'?V??P?FW7F??VBf?"w&VF?W72??F??2v?&?B?F?RV6??W2?bF???2?VffW'6??&?r????VB?( ?'WBg&?V?G6???2&V6??W2????B?????F?R6?FR?'WB??F?R7V?6???R?b?fR??@?F???2F?&V?Wf??V?B'&?vV?V?BF?Rw&VFW"'B?`??fR?27V?6???R?( ??v?F?F?R7V?6???R&Vf?&R?R??Bg&?V?G2??&?V?B???Bv2F?F?Bv?W&R?gV?f???VB?6?f?2GWF?W2?v???P?6??V?F?V?W6?GF????r7?&?GV??B6?6??w&F?f?6F????