do all that with only seven people. More like six, because my dish crew boss chatted with the cooks instead of actually helping. Breakfast dragged on because four of the volunteers were girls that already knew each other and were too busy gossiping to talk to me and the other guy never, ever talked. After working my first meal, I went to the cabin and cried. I had never felt this sad or this alone and I did not know how I was going to get through the rest of the meals. After a grueling three hours of lunch clean up, I ran back to the cabin to spend about five minutes with my friends before they had to go work. I was then left alone with our adult leader. She proceeded to ask me why I seemed so down, I explained to her that this trip was not turning out the way I had planned and I was unhappy with my job in the kitchen. She told me that things are only as good as I made them, that I can either make the best of the situation I was given or make the worst of it. It was up to me to make kitchen duty enjoyable. I took her advice to heart and walked into dinner with a smile and a much better attitude. I made conversation with the quiet boy, and he turned out to be an amazing guy, I just had to give him a chance