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It started with the ritual purple sheet announcements at St. Augustine Secondary School. Going to school in the morning was aggravating as usual with the minimal amount to rest I had. Words caught my attention as my first period teacher read out the new announcements. “Those interested in a Social Justice Project to Nicaragua, there will be a brief meeting on Monday, September 15th at 2:30 in the library”. I showed up on Monday, September 15th to a room filled with faces I recognized and very few I did not. A young representative from a small Canadian house in Nicaragua gave a brief power point presentation, and by the end fifty percent of the students that once filled the room had determined that they were not interested on what was to be a life altering experience. The very few students that remained interested in the Nicaragua experience happened to be the unfamiliar faces that took up a small population in the seminar room. Meetings continued weekly and details were given on what type of activities the Nicaraguan team would take part in. I have to admit, at the beginning I did not believe this actual awareness project would play through, but as meetings gradually passed it became more a reality than a good idea gone to w