Between walking out of the farmhouse after eating my porridge, to picking the first leaf on the field, I had literally a million thoughts running through my head. One: This is gonna suck, I mean we are going to be picking little tiny leaves over and over again for 8 hours... That's longer than an entire day of school! Two: I'm probably going to embarrass myself in front of these people and they're going to be confused as to why I'm even here. This isn't exactly a tourist destination and they're most definitely making fun of me in a language I can't understand. Three: Are the girls going to like me? Will they understand anything I say? Four: WHY AM I WORRYING SO MUCH ABOUT THIS????
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