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Blisters on your feet so raw you feel like your skin is going to fall off. Knots in your back the size of baseballs. Beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and into your eyes, blurring up your contacts. The weight of your backpack carrying everything you’ll need for the next week (and when I say everything I mean everything!).The harsh rays of the sun beating down on your already sun-burnt skin. Heat exhaustion is starting to kick in and the world occasionally spins around you. The deodorant of your fellow hikers is starting to wear off and you begin to feel nauseous.
No, believe it or not those are not metaphors of my journey to and from Ramageland. The previous paragraph only begins to describe a 10 mile hike I went on in Canada to attend World Youth Day. World Youth Day happens every 4 years or so in the Catholic Church. It’s held in a different location every time, and usually millions of Catholics come from around the world to meet other Catholics and attend a mass said by the Pope. (yea..it’s about as exciting as it sounds.)
As I was sitting in my church’s conference room, words can not describe the excitement I felt as I was awaiting more details on my upcoming hike in Canada. I was going to a different country to meet new people and experience new things for the first time in my life. I felt similar emotions when I was first looking at my “new fangled” text book for Advanced Composition. I was excited to try something new and expand my sometimes-not-so-vast knowledge. As I packed everything I would need for a week in the camping backpack that I would carry for ten long miles, I thought about all the great experiences I was going to have on this trip, bonding with my fellow youth group members and meeting amazing people from around the world. (No, I’m not THAT big of a loser to sit there and contemplate how awesome my classes are going to be, but I thought about it briefly and I was excited because I do love to write.)



ok guys, there are a couple paragraphs from my paper that isn't coming along as well as i had hoped and dreamed. who knows, maybe my draft on tuesday will look ABSOLUTELY nothing like what you just read.