When I think back about what we’ve done/accomplished in the past few days the main thing that comes to mind is the fact that time really does fly. Sure the finishing of the library, or the snorkeling in crystal clear water, or the killing (well actually trembling in fear while our brave Mayan host did the dirty work) of a tarantula is fresh in my head, but what I’ve really come to notice is the joining of a group. We started our trip in the wee hours of a Monday morning as far apart from each other as complete strangers; even though we have been going to school with each other all for countless years. Nevertheless, along this trip we transformed from a group of nervous, but very distant, schoolmates into a group of trusting, diligent young men and women. The projects completed on this trip truly highlight the inner-capabilities of each one of us. We are something more than we were before, and closer than I ever thought possible. We’ve all come together to complete our work, find the leaders in ourselves, and of course, kill the occasional unwanted creature. Despite all of these accomplishments, and our group bonding moments, we are in fact, quite eager to come home. Our work has been completed, and I am ready for the comfort of my own bed.