I was curled up in my warm blankets, listening to the wind throwing a tantrum outside. I thought about how much I hate the wind, hoping it would die down by the time I had to leave for school. I think I suddenly thought of tents and sleeping bags on the side. I wondered how they were doing at that time. I wondered if they were warm and how they behaved in the wind. I wondered how they got there and who was to blame. I was wondering why there wasn't an easy solution. The next morning, as the bus approached the camp, instead of counting the tents and sleeping bags, I tried to look at their faces and think about how they got there.