Reflection 6

We were assigned a group project in class today. Much to my surprise I was made group leader. Each member of my group was given a role, and did exceedingly well at fulfilling said role. Not one person failed to meet their requirements. This has been the most engaging assignment thus far. The project revolved around the poem "Refugee in America", by langston hughes. I enjoyed the collaborative effort, and I certainly hope presenting the project goes as well as working on it did.

Log 8: 

I stop short a couple paces from the mysterious structure. It only seems to be two or three stories tall, And it's concrete all around. It looks so bland, I like a lazily iced cake. Nevertheless, I don’t see a door. No one just makes a two story block of concrete in the middle of nowhere, do they? I walk around, eyes trained on the structure, searching for any sign of entry. Then, a glint catches my eye, I don't see it once I've moved so I move back one step, and I see it again. It’s a...bell?