First Two Months of Hell
October 26, 2002 English 101 The First Two Months of Hell On April 6, 2001, at 5:00 in the morning, two complete strangers encompassed me around my bed. ... I thought it was a dream or joke when I first heard it. ... As the two men told me to put some clothes on and follow them, I went ballistic. ... I asked the men and myself, “Why…why me…what the hell did I do wrong? ... Imagine being taken out of your house by two complete strangers all the while they tell you that you are going to a boarding school in Sisters, Oregon. “Where the hell is Sisters, Oregon,” I asked myself. ... No this, this was hell. My own living hell! ... I had some nice conversations with the two gentlemen I rode with, but that still didn’t change the way I felt. ... I kept on thinking to myself that there was no way in hell I would ever change. ... The letters I sent to my friends had to go through my parents first and well, lets just say they never got by! ... I was stuck…stuck in my own hell I put myself in. Two months past by and the feelings were still there. ... We were anxious to get the hell out of there and as quickly as possible. ... ” I still had many, many problems and for another eleven and a half months I worked on them. ... But during those fourteen and a half months, I learned to see life for what it was and not take it for granite.