My Odyssey: A Trip That Changed My Life

A trip that changed my life for the better, one that shaped me into the young man I am today. The Odyssey was a trip that taught me lessons no classroom, teacher, textbook or video could have ever taught me. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours the bus ride couldn’t have been any longer. There was nothing but excitement while driving down with the bags packed and loaded and my classmates by my side. My Odyssey started with me beside one of my closest friends Hannah, which as the Odyssey continued I was taught that people enter and leave your life very quickly. Hannah and I sat, talked and napped the 5 hour bus ride away. While we were awake we waited patiently for the bus too stop and let us off and for the driver to

There was nothing but excitement while driving down with the bags packed and loaded and my classmates by my side. My Odyssey started with me beside one of my closest friends Hannah, which as the Odyssey continued I was taught that people enter and leave your life very quickly. Hannah and I sat, talked and napped the 5 hour bus ride away. While we were awake we waited patiently for the bus too stop and let us off and for the driver to announce that we have reached our destination. While on the bus the teachers and councillors gave the entire bus a series of strict instructions. As usual I wasn't paying attention to their words, but two points in particular caught my attention and caused me to stop talking for a brief moment. The first point being that this trip is meant to strengthen us more than just physically but also our mental state and our bonds and friendships with one another, the second point was that this trip should teach us to value the little things in life and all that we have and we should be detoxed from technology and separated from society. Besides those two points the rest of them had been drowned out by the talking of my peers and my own voice. Besides just voices at that time the only thing that occupied my mind was the seat I was in, Hannah, and getting off the bus. Our seats where the fourth row back on the right side of the bus, I remember everything down to the cluttered pile of trash we had, and the graphic on the chairs. The seats were a mixture of light and dark blues, and had speckles of yellow and orange lines going through it. The chairs also had a very wooly and rough texture that brought two different emotions one being comfort and the other displeasure. Our seats also had an assortment of trash in the front pouch of the seat, the trash ranged from juice boxes we had finished to half eaten candy bars. I was seated in the aisle with