Five hours before my first class. Ten hours before Sociology. Ten hours before I'm due to give my report for the final. Now, as we wait, I let my eyes close. It's easy here in the dark silence to imagine myself deep in the humid jungles of South America.
Dark clouds blot out the sky for months.
Endless torrents of rain fall in a seeming effort to drown all life. The rivers swell over the land forming vast seas. Dank swamps overfill and spread their fetid waters. I trudge knee deep through thick mud carrying pounds of food stores on my back with nothing to guide me but a rain-drenched map. The mountain village that I'm searching for is still a long way off.