by Allison DeLucia
Even though I’m just a freshman, I’m learning a lot of new things. For starters, Rider’s “Adventure Club” has a name that definitely does them justice. My friends and I attended its white water rafting trip in the Poconos a couple of weeks ago; yet, I had no idea what to expect. I’m new here and since everyone always encourages freshmen to get involved I figured, “Why not?”
When the trip began, we grabbed our bags and jumped into the raft. No matter which way you turned your head, you could see mountains, crystal clear waterfalls, trees that had to have been growing for a hundred years and lots of bugs. To be honest, I like nature, but the idea of being stuck in the wilderness for longer than a day does not sit well with me by any stretch of the imagination. As soon as everyone had a paddle, we began to row the raft. Things went well for a while, despite the fact that it was freezing cold and we were getting soaked. The experience would have also been much more pleasant if the rapids hadn’t suddenly gotten ridiculously rough.
“AHHHH, hang on!” everyone screamed.
Before we knew it, our raft crashed into a famous rock, known as the “Forty Five Minute Rock,” that was at least four feet tall. The instructors warned us about this, but we honestly had no chance of fighting back. I was the only one that found humor in how horrible our luck was. My friends were freaking out and to make things even more dramatic, a rescue team had to come and get us as we all hung onto this monstrosity of a rock for dear life. Everyone else was staring because they managed to dodge this disaster. We were the only ones who had the misfortune to crash. Thankfully, we all came back in one piece.
This whole situation got me thinking about what the next four years could possibly have in store for me, and like this trip, I’m sure parts of it are going to be a rocky experience I will never forget. I can’t wait to see what I encounter next.