My youth pastor pulled out of our church parking lot at three in the morning loaded with a bus full of twenty-four teenagers, including me. We were finally off to Colorado Spring Colorado, little did I know, our bus was going to fall apart today. The anticipation for this day had been building for some time over the last few months, and now it was finally upon me. I didn't feel the same excitement I had felt before this moment, I even complained to myself about how I wished the bus was bigger so I could feel more comfortable. We had all our seats assigned, but none of them seemed to be where they were supposed to be. The anxiety of getting to Colorado was causing a lot of confusion, chaos and stress. The noise of everyone flailing and screaming could be compared to the sound of screaming singing at an AC/DC concert. As you can imagine I was contributing my fair share of all the fuss, but after about seven hours it quickly became apparent that the effect of the energy drinks would wear off. If you had been there and looked around, you would have seen some people reading, others talking to each other; however, I was playing Halo on my laptop. About two hours later, as soon as I entered Colorado, everything bad you can imagine started happening. I was sleeping at the time, but when I heard the loud BOOM!, SNAP! and HISS, I immediately woke up and wondered what had just happened. At first everyone thought it was just a blip, but after our youth pastor came out and checked all the tires, it quickly became clear that there was a much bigger problem at hand. So our youth pastor decided we should call a mechanic and a tow truck, the problem was whether to call... in the middle of a sheet of paper... since there was nothing to do but swim, see and watch TV. It was all worth it on the morning of the fourth day when I walked down to the lobby and saw our bus, triumphantly pulling into the parking lot with the morning sun shining on the shiny metal, led by none other than our youth pastor. Completely forgetting about breakfast, I ran outside and waved to him as he headed back to the parking lot. As soon as he stopped I ran to the door, he opened it, I got in and with a satisfied sigh I deeply inhaled that smell that I had missed for three days. It was at that moment that I realized something: instead of complaining to myself the morning we left, I should have been grateful that we had a bus. And with that thought I smiled, turned around, and my youth pastor and I went inside for breakfast.