my affair with Club journey was short lived. Why? Well simply because it's meant to last for only 10 days.
We packed our bags for the 10 days trip to Bataan, and boy did we have a hard time. Apparently, it was wiser to pack light. With all the activities we had in a day, who would really have the energy to change or bathe when night comes? All we actually could do was to brush our teeth, hit the sack and zzzzZZZZzzz.
As soon as we arrived in Bataan, we were greeted by the townspeople with a small cheering number. Even if they were relatively older ladies cheering their selves off, they were actually cute and it was an awesome feeling to be welcomed appropriately.
And as soon as we were settled in our rooms, we decided to have our first group photo (below). There were actually 10 shots.. well 20 cause we did it twice.. of some people having a single pose in all the shots. It made the photos a lot more hilarious!
And yeah, I got sick in the middle of it all but I'm glad to have gone through it. I felt horrible physically, but this was one of the most fulfilling experiences I have had since my passion for special education.
Karen, a fellow advocate from New Era University, was one of the closest friends I gained during the camp.
...and eventually, we were deemed 'Carl's Angels'
The letting go ceremony was the most tear jerking event in my entire life! I rarely cry ...in public. But, when I do, I bawl my eyes out. I barely had time to breathe cause I was crying so much during the send off. We became too attached as a group with the kids.
The last shot of the group was taken while we were waiting to board our bus. It was most hilarious because our photos got wackier and wackier ..and wackier. It was the last time we were to spend time with the kids. Sad as it seemed, we tried to have as much fun as we can.
