What our class trip to Windsor Mountain tought me
“If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.”
Everyone around me has a smile on their face, but I can't relate. I’m in the middle of nowhere, with no reception, and surrounded by people I don't want to be surrounded by for three whole nights. I am not excited one bit. What makes it worse is the weather. It’s rainy and gloomy and not the place I want to be. We are traveling on a two-hour bus ride to get to a camp called Windsor Mountain. The camp is in New Hampshire, A.K.A the middle of nowhere. As I’m waiting out in the cold, standing on the soggy ground in front of The Fenn School the bus pulls up. When I saw that the busses were pretty nice it made me feel that maybe the trip wouldn’t be so bad and that I can get through it. For some reason, it’s really the little things that make me happier.