Last week, on October 14 6B went to Kuala Selangor for an overnight field trip. It was really fun. We planted mangrove, hiked, went on a train vehicle around the area to see historical places. My favorite part of the Kuala Selangor field trip was all the MUD!!! When we went to plant mangrove trees, we got so muddy! As I walked, I was thinking about the mud. How will it feel like? On the outside, I was just smiling hugely. At first, we were walking on a log. Then, there were no more logs to walk on! I took one step into the mud, WOOO!!! The feeling of my feet sinking down into brown goo made me wince. I tried to make my way over to where everyone was already planting. I realized that if I fell now, I would have no one to grab onto! The next moment, I noticed that I couldn't move my legs! I was stuck! I felt myself losing balance. Since I was already so far underground, all I had to do was use my legs to pull myself up. I pulled my right leg as hard as possible. I didn't budge. Since I had gloves on, I didn't care if my hands got dirty or not. I started to dig with my hand so I can get my leg out and finally one leg was out. I still had to figure out how to get my other leg up. My friend passed me a stick to support me. It didn't help very much know that it broke! I wiggled my foot as much as I could. Then my boot started to come off! I pulled it back on. I finally got out of the mud and onto the log. I looked around to see if anyone needed my help to get out. I saw that someone needed my help so I tried to help that person. Instead, I just got her muddy. It didn't help very much. I was balancing on the log. Since no one else needed my help, I asked the guy for a mangrove to plant. He gave me one. It was so fun planning the mangrove tree.
As I walked out of the mud, I waited for a few of my friends which were Cheyenne and Raissa. Not a good idea. I got stuck AGAIN! This time not so far in, so it was easier to get out. Once I got out, I took my gloves off and wiped my hands on my shirt. I walked over to my shoes and took my boots off. My socks were already half off my feet and they were so muddy. I slipped my feet into my slippers. I tried to figure out how to hold all of my belongings. My water bottle, socks, boots and gloves! I decided to slip my gloves and socks into the boots. I gave my water bottle to someone else which was the teacher. I dragged myself about 5 meters onto the path. I dropped my boots and nearly fell down. The muddy boots were so heavy! I couldn't figure out how to hold them without dropping them every 5 meters until 1/4 the way home. I decided to put my arms into the boots and put my hand where my feet normally go. Cheyenne was the one that told me to do that. I didn't really mind if my hands got muddy because it's not like I could never ever wash them or anything. So I continued walking towards the hostel. Even though I thought I found a better way to carry my boots. I knew how to hold the boots now but I still got tired really easily. This was not exactly part of my favorite part of the field trip. It was after this part that I LOVED!
Since we were so muddy, it wouldn't make sense to just clog up the showers with mud. So first we got hosed down. Since I kept stopping on the way back, I was one of the last people to get hosed down. Everyone else came out nice and clean. I was SO tempted to go give them a huge hug. When I was hosed down, I still had some mud left on my shirt. I went to shower and I felt too clean. I wanted to go back into the mud. MUD ROCKS! MUD IS THE BEST!!
