I wanted to use today’s blog post to talk about the six other people that I went to Epworth with. At the beginning of each day we were split up effectively leaving us to our own devices until we met up at the administration building to leave. During the ride home we would talk about our day; the good, the bad, the humorous, and the depressing. It was our way to debrief after the sometime long days of being alone. We became a support group. During my times in the class the students would share some of their stories with me that usually left me feeling depressed. I knew that the others in the Epworth group would listen to what I had to say and cheer me up if I needed it.
After class on Wednesday everyone seemed exhausted. Each day we tried to plan out our evenings by visiting some place in town or other events, but usually those plans would go out the window when half the group would be sleeping after school. Wednesday was no different and we went back to the church and relaxed. During this time it was normal for us to talk about a wide variety of subjects but today was different, we didn’t stop talking. Everyone in the group talked for hours. The conversations became deep and personal. We discussed our lives, goals, and everything else that you normally only share with a good friend. With each passing day we became better friends but this event which we named “The Breakfast Club” solidified this notion. I felt a deep connection with the other people in the group. When we got in the van on Sunday I barely knew the people who I would be spending the next week with. By this point on Wednesday it felt like we had known each other for much longer. The classes during last semester allowed us to get to know each other but it was nothing compared to the actual trip itself.
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