The last and the worst day at Kol-Chon-Kai (Episode III)

It is the day I had been waiting for. It is the last day to be at Kol-chon-kai. Today is Sunday 21st January 2007. I woke up at 5.30 am. It was the latest get up for me in five days. I woke up with hope and clean body, ready to go home. Hoping today could be the best day in five days here, but it did not come out the way I wanted. Before we leave Kol-Chon-Kai, there will be a couple things to do. And the two couple things are crossing a pond with a rope bridge and jumping from a thirty feet tower. I thought I would go to jump from the tower but I did not. Here is the story why? It was about 7 a.m. I went to the pond and lined up to go on the rope bridge. There are three kinds of Rope Bridge which made by one, two, and three ropes. First, I took three ropes because I wanted play safe and did not want to fall in water. It was a little shaking but I came across safely. Then I wanted to go to the thirty feet tower, but my friends hold me and said let play that two ropes. At that moment, I had a feeling some kind of fear and I exactly did not want to play it. But all my friends (there were about ten) were going to cross the bridge how could I refuse? I could be a pussy if I negate (I should had said “NO”). So I went on with them. When I walked to the middle of the rope bridge, it started shaking so hard. The ropes were unstable and then it made six of us fell in to water. And the water was not so clean. I was the one in six people who fell into water. I felt terrible and jacked up. I thought why is this happen to me? What the fuck this I do wrong? My uniform was all wet so I needed to change back to my old uniform which were the dirtiest cloth I had ever wore. It took me thirty minutes for changing my uniform and repacked my stuffs. I thought today I would go home happily but I did not feel happy (not even close). I did not want to do anything at all after I fell into water. So I did not jump from the thirty feet tower (that’s suck!). And the bad thing did not stop coming. When we were on the bus all of my friends were out of water and I was out of water. I was so thirsty. I have never been that thirsty in my life (as I remembered). In the bus, a soldier, who was in charge, orders us not to open a window more than one inch. The weather was god damn Hot! And the bus ran very slow because a fucking accident. But he (the soldier) let us open the window just one inch how thoughtful was he? We were supposed to be at the dropping point in two and a half hours but it took us almost four hours. I was happy when I saw a big building in a big city. Yeah I am home now.
It has been fun and suck but I confirm to not going back there again.

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