If there’s one thing I’ve learned from the WJMC, it is that my group is my family. Throughout almost every activity thus far, we have bonded and worked together to build a united family. With Mr. Smith (aka Dad) as our trusty leader, we have faced the rigors of learning to be a journalist in Washington D.C. while dealing with a severe lack of sleep and a very busy schedule. Our family has been through some pretty crazy times in the past few days. We have had quite the debate over what camping supplies were essential for our descent down a mountain in a oncoming snow storm, ventured throughout the Newseum and the Smithsonian Museums, sang songs on the bus, and toured the Capital. All the while, the family has stuck together and really bonded. I’ve loved how welcoming and friendly everyone is. I’m really said to leave tomorrow because I will really miss the people I’ve met here. My newly acquired family from across the country will surely be missed! I’ve even acquired a southern accent from spending so much time with my new friends. The people I’ve met here have really opened my eyes to the diversity in America; yet, it also has shown me that people can easily overcome their cultural, racial, or social differences and become great friends. The unique traits we brought to the group made us stronger as a whole because we emcompassed so many different areas of the social spectrum. I will really miss my family and all the people I’ve met here at the WJMC. Hopefully our family reunion in good ol’ South Carolina can become a reality! I LOVE MY DAD! YEAH! YEAH! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!