Outdoor School
by Lizzie Poetzsch
Oregon City, OR
Girls! Get up! My counselor yelled. I remember thinking that it couldn’t be time to get up already I had just fallen asleep. Sure enough, it was time to get up and go down to breakfast. Then it would be time for our daily learning experience. Yesterday we had gone to the sand dunes; it had been truly awful. I knew today was going to be much better. We were going to the forest on a hike all the way to the top of the not so large mountain, and man was I excited.
My cabin group quickly finished breakfast and headed out to the flagpole for the quick flag rising. We waited somewhat patiently; then Buckwheat (a counselor) called over my cabin group and few others who were all going to go to the forest that day. He told us to follow him and to listen to all the other counselors who were going to be assisting us that day. Then up we went.
“Omigosh, I’m going to die,” I told my friend halfway up. She was concentrating and mumbled something about how it was going to be worth it when we got to the top. Right at that moment I felt like I would have liked nothing better but to sit down right there and rest but Flavor Flav, our group’s leader, was on a role and more interested on almost jogging the top so he could see his girlfriend for lunch. I was just about done complaining about how I was going to push Flavor Flav off the cliff if he didn’t let us take a break in the next two minutes when we reached the top.
It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. You could see the beach and all the rocks and the sky. The sky was an amazing color of darkish light blue. I was so happy that Flavor Flav didn’t let us take a break. That totally would have wasted the time all my friends and I spent together eating lunch and watching for whales. Playing lemonade and singing songs at the top of our lungs. Most of all though, just being able to share that moment with every single one of my best friends was a miracle of it own.
I had a lot of fun at outdoor school considering all the events that took place. This one though was by far my favorite. I hope that I will never forget it because I learned that not every thing is handed to you. Sometimes you have to work for something wonderful, and let me tell you did I work hard to get up that mountain. Coming down however, well that’s a different story.
