I hopped out of the heated car into to the cold fresh air. The breeze brushed up against my skin giving me goose bumps. I saw Alea in a nearby car and I waved. I got my jugs of water out of the car along with my pole. My plan was to tie two jugs to each end of the wooden pole and carry it over my shoulders. I walked to the meeting area and got ready to fill up my 4 jugs. My friends and I got in the long line ready for our new adventure. We all quickly filled up our jugs and got our carrying supplies ready to go. I tied my jugs on to the stiff wooden pole. I tried it out. It was very heavy and pushed against my neck bone. The water hanging from small ropes swayed back and forth making me unbalanced. Someone interviewed me about the day and after that my shoulders an neck were already sore. I put my contraption down and ran to the creek to meet my friends. We sat on a huge giant cold rock and talked until we were called over for the pusha. Both the 6th and 7th graders circled up and massaged each other. After we went arm in arming touching the person next to us and took a moment to think about today's journey. I thought about how hard it would be and about how people in Africa have to get up around 2:00 in the morning everyday and walk to water for about 5 hours. We dumped our back packs into the back of the truck and started getting ready.I made a last minute decision that I was going to not use the pole and just carry the jugs. I put two jugs in my emptied backpack and I held two. It was much easier. I thought it wouldn't be so hard to go barefoot so I tried it. John said we could go and we all started off on our journey. We barely reached the end of the parking lot and then the complaining started. "Oww, my feet hurt!"or "Oww my back hurts!" Every where you could here people starting to complain. The rough gravel poked my bare feet as I walked along the side of the road. I felt pokes and pinches on my raw feet. After about a quarter of the way I decided to put my shoes on. After I put them back on I continued on with the journey. My arms started getting heavy and my shoulder and back started to slouch and hurt. We took breaks here and there but it seemed longer than it really looks. To make time go faster, my friends and I sang and laughed along the way. We finally arrived at SBMS and it was so exciting to be done with the adventure and to have accomplished this hard task. I literally screamed and ran to the flat ground the school building sits on. I felt weak and tired. While I was in the moment I felt tired and thought why did we have to do that it was so hard. When really it wasn't. I thought about the people in Africa and how they had to do that everyday. And it mad questions pop up in my head like, Why don't they just move closer to the well? or Why don't they just build a well closer by them? The assignment was a good way to get closer to other people around the world and with what they have to deal with everyday.
