Last August I spent ten days as a in a mountain district.
Our group of eight students cleaned and two classrooms and the roof of a .
We slept in the school and cooked our own food.
The work was harder than I expected: we carried sand and water up a hill every morning.
In the afternoon we taught simple English games to twenty children.
Their teacher told us she had no English books at all.
When we , our group a small book in our school.
We collected two hundred books and sent them in September.
A holiday is not a holiday: I was tired and dirty for ten days.
However, it is the only trip from my school years that I still think about.