My first workshop experience.....

 

The first time I went to a workshop in my life was for a program held to commemorate the sixth anniversary of the death of Dr. Jayalath Manorathne. Speaking of that experience, 60 people who were selected for that program had the opportunity to participate. I would like to share with you the experiences I had throughout that journey👊🙂.

                                           We were given the dates for the workshop to be held on January 12^th and 13^th. My hometown is Galewela. But the program was at BMICH in Colombo. It was a very difficult journey for me. I and five other friends set out on this journey after much deliberation. We were told to be there by 7 am on the 12^th, so we set out the day before. Colombo is not a place we are very familiar with. We left Galewela at 11.00 am and it was around 4.00 pm when we reached Colombo. We had already found a place to stay so we didn’t have to work hard to find it.

 We had to take two more buses from Colombo fort to our boarding point. But we didn’t know about the bus we wanted to take😥. Oh! That was the day I was most afraid of😓. It was my first trip without my family, so I couldn’t figure out what to do. But a police officer nearby showed us the right way👮. It was around 6:30 pm when we reached the boarding house. The owner of the boarding house welcomed us warmly. We ate our food and went to bed early because we had to participate in the program the next morning.

               The next morning, we got ready and left for BMICH, but just like the previous day, we got off at the wrong place again. Somehow we found our way and arrived at the program on time. After a lot of hassle, I was finally able to attend my first workshop. It was a program filled with many beautiful experiences, even more than I expected.

               Because of the experiences I had on this journey, my first workshop alone left a lasting impression on me💝👏.