The Dump

My trash was piling up and I asked what to do with it. My principal said to drop it off at the side of the school on designated days. From there, he said it is driven to the dump on a four-wheeler. "You don't want to go to the dump," he said cracking a smile. Lately, when people have been telling me to do something, I have done the opposite. That day I set off to explore the dump. 

Obviously, it was a pretty disgusting place. It's located over a mile outside of the village pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It was a clear sky that day, so you could see flat tundra for miles and miles. As I approached, I started to smell the unpleasant scent of burning garbage. There's an incinerator in the middle of the dump that had smoke rings rising up from it. Large ravens and crows hovered above the massive pile of trash. I couldn't bear to be there long, threw my bag among the heap, and left.

Why the heck did I go to the dump? I can't really say I wanted to go. I do, however, want to experience every aspect of this village, including the parts that are ugly. In order to have the full experience, I feel like I need to see and do everything. I can check the dump off that list.