So the first night dive was the 19th and I waited on the shore for those in the water. I was kind of glad that i didn't have to go the first night because I was scared to death of the water at night; I hate not knowing whats going on around me. After watching the first dive I didn't feel any better. It was nice that everyone came back alive and in one piece, but it was not enough to calm my nerves. One thing I really enjoyed about standing watch on the beach was that, without adults, I felt a little bit more of a sense of responsibility. It was really nice to be trusted like that by my teachers as well. I liked the independence overall that i hope we all gained from this trip. There is a different kind of closeness between us all now that not too many other people get to share. Doing the night dive scared me to death and I ended up getting a little sick from how cold i was, but i had a lot of friends that took care of me and got me to feel better. I got to see a spiny lobster, luckily, before I headed in from the dive. I could not believe how huge it was. Also, on our way in, Falon and I saw some kind of eel that looked like a snake and I can honestly say that I have never swam so fast in my life. Although I acted like a chicken and booked it back to shore because of an eel about as big as my arm, I still learned how well adrenaline can work. I am sad that home is closing in, but I'm glad that I will finally be able to sleep in my bed, take a normal shower, and be TOTALLY dry for the first time in a week. There will always be certain aspects of trips that make going home nice, although learning about fish in Bermuda for a week makes it tough to find a downside. It was a ton of work throughout the week, and I would still do it all again in a second.