Well most of the 8th graders at my "fabulous" school went to an E.L.C. . We had to work 30 dreadful hours, and pay 100$.
It was indeed thrilling to an extent, but there was too much violence for my taste. Everyone has at least one new scuff mark. We did many things, but above all, I conquered my fear (supposedly) of heights, or at least thats what some people are so fond of telling. I played a "funny" prank; I wrote a false love note to another schools dorm. The note was for self-pleasure, but others found out; there was a bit of trouble (to put it to the least).