A different day Today

If there's something I've learned these past few days, it is that sometimes we have to give certain things time before jumping to conclusions.

Ever since I got to this camp, my experience has been nothing but horrible, and everyone who knew I came here has been contacting me, trying to know what my experience has been like, especially those who have plans to be here in a couple of months time.

_{photo by luthfi alfarizi}

Usually, my first reaction would be to tell them as it is, tell them what I've experienced, and obviously how terrible everything has been for me so far. But then I remember telling myself to not do that; I had reminded myself that I've only been here for a few days and probably needed a bit more time to properly get a feel for how everything here works, then I could give a real assessment of the situation and know for sure what I can tell these people.

Well, for the most part, my experience has been almost the same. Tiring for having to wake up every day by 2am just to get in line to fetch water to bathe, exhausting for having to stand for four hours every day, from 4am, standing and screaming at the top of my voice.

But you see, yesterday something different happened that made me a bit grateful that I had decided to hold back a bit and not just tell people about my few days experiences. Yesterday, being the weekend, was a lot different from the other days I've been here.

Although we had also stood for longer hours that morning, the rest of the day had been entirely different. We had different activities, the fun kind that makes you appreciative of the fact that you were here.

And though I know that things will most likely go back to business as usual on Monday, having these two days (Saturday and Sunday) where you get to relax a bit feels like a breath of fresh air, one that is so badly needed.