A Long Journey

3ww November 15,2009

Two years ago, I went camping with my classmates. We were going to see the volcano of fire in Guatemala to study it. We took a really long journey.

"How much more do we need to walk?" I asked carrying my heavy bag up the mountain. Everyone was tired, but the teachers kept on walking like it was nothing. It was hard, but we all toiled our way up. I couldn't feel my legs, just like a doctor administering anastasia to my legs. We all started to agitate knowing that there was still more to go through. My arms were hurting and my legs too. I felt that I was going to get a permanent bruise.

"Gosh! Mr. King, we all want to rest a bit!" I cried and all the student sat down.

"Kids, we still have a long way to go, we don't want to get there when its dark right? Mostly, you guys know this is urgent." Mr. King told us.

" I need something to drink." I said as I took out my lemon juice and felt the sweet but at the same time sour citrus of the fruit.

" Come on, get up, we have disrupted this journey. Lets go!" I almost capitulated, but I kept going.

When we arrived, we were all happy. Walking up the mountain is strenuous, but with our distress, it was adequate. We were all assigned a tent with 2 more people. The tents were big but the problem was that the bathrooms were all of a hovel.

As my friends and I settled the tent, the students from the other tent were talking about people. My friends and I were indifferent. We would start playing with our sleeping bags like catch and hide and seek. Then we would sit down and take a long respite playing card. In the end we ended up sleeping at four in the morning.

" Girls wake up, we have work to do!" Miss. Beltinck said opening our tents. I couldn't open my eyes.

"Andrea, i think I became Illiterate." And then we would start to laugh. I couldn't do my work, I would sleep or daydream all the time and in the end I turned in a menial work to my teacher.