We had to leave our hostel again to Xats’ull Heritage to learn about First Nations and to complete the Residential Project. We were separated into 5 groups and put into five vans. One of the vans had Mr. K who they hated for the rest of the car ride. Usually during the car rides, people would sleep right? Not only that, we were all really sleepy because we were doing laundry until 3am. Well this was totally different for the people in Mr. K’s car because this dude gave them tasks to do for the whole ride such as counting the number of trains, making up a story and other very boring stuff. He had told the other 4 vans to do the same tasks but guess what, none of them listened. So while the people in Mr. K’s car suffered, the rest including me were able to have a long sleep.
Mr. K was very unreasonable. During one of our lunch breaks, we stopped at Dairy Queen. Many of us decided to buy ice cream but he said “NO” to us all. One of my friend had already placed an order already and was on the verge of receiving it. After hearing Mr. K’s remark he was terrified. Mr. K told him to throw out the ice cream but he was reluctant to. When Mr. K was not looking, he took his ice cream and ran out the door. In the end, we were stuck with our boxed lunches and no ice cream except for that one person. Mr K’s reason for not letting us have ice cream was having dessert before the main meal is not good for you.
During another of our lunches, we stopped at Dairy Queen as well. He gave us 15 minutes to go inside, line-up, place our orders and be outside in our vans. This was terribly unreasonable but we decided to buy ice cream still. When we finally bought the ice cream and we were out of the door, he told us all to throw the ice cream in the garbage can. Because firstly, we were not allowed food inside the vans and secondly, that we had violated his 15 minute limit. And so I had wasted my money and the ice cream ended up in the garbage can. However some of the people were able to snake their ice cream into their vans. Not only that, some of the counselors felt that it was unreasonable but they were too afraid to voice their opinions out.
It was a long and bumpy trip and it was starting to get dark before we arrived at the First Nations. So we were led to our teepees where we would sleep for the night. When we first went in it, the first thing we saw was a rat. It took all of us to scare it away. I did not sleep well that night because I was worried that the rat might come back in the middle of the night.
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