The worst part of the Ashokan trip was the time in between activities where we do hangman because everyone was hungry, bored and tired of waiting. 0% of D.M.X.6 had fun during it. It was so boring not one person took a picture! They ushered a room of hungry, excited kids into a room and made seven set up tables. The rest waited, thinking about food, as an instructor tried to create a exciting game of hangman. There were so many people, not one could sit still, whispering to their peers next to them. No one could be silenced. It was either loud, or so quiet no one would even guess a letter. It would of been better to of just left us alone, but no, hangman was that necessary. All of the words were Ashokan themed, and very easy to guess. Those 10 minutes were the worst transitions that could ever happen. “I was so hungry, I was about ready to strangle Noam, the instructor hosting the “fun” game.” Io, a student in D.M.X.6 said tiredly. No one had fun, no one got excited. “I’m so excited to sit in a room while thinking of food with a room of bouncy kids while a instructor yelled at us to guess letters.” said no one. Hangman was so necessary, that they would create more problems, bybeing so attached to trying to solve one problem. Imagine, your in a room with wooden walls, squished between your friend and a small fifth grader, in a room of yelling kids, but all you can here is your stomach growling, a instructor is yelling at you to guess a letter. You see a girl in front of you guess I, and the instructor draws a small circle underneath a rope. You don’t care she gained you a body part, all you can think about is the grilled cheese you were supposed to have. At the end of the day, Ashokan has ruined hangman for me.

Milei, sipping her last drink of water before those dreadful 10 minutes.