Sweat runs down my sand-crusted forehead, across my cheek, and finally lands in the Concrete mixture. With each shovel-full, my back winces as some Honduran boys and I move the pile of concrete to the left.
I understand enough Spanish to know when the Hondurans want to move the piles...
“WAKE UP! PANTS ON, DOORS OPEN!” I awoke to these orders my last full day at the Air Force Summer Seminar. Throughout the week, anticipation for this final day underlined all discussion.
I visited the Air Force Summer Seminar to better understand what Academy life was like and to see...
