just how many homeless people there are in my community.  In my poverty class that I am taking we took a field trip to a school that doubles as a shelter for homeless teens between the age of 13 and 18.  A few of them told us their stories and I never realized just how much they had already gone through.  One girl who talked to us was 17 and was trying to finish high school so she could hopefully attend college someday.  She said she ran away from home when she was younger and couch hopped for a while *sleeping at a friends house for a few nights* and eventually her friend list ran out and she found herself sleeping in a park.  A former friend told her about the school we visited and she has been going there for about a year.  I just makes me think how lucky some people are and how when we complain about things, they really seem small.  When I was her age I was worried about what I would wear to Prom, or where my boyfriend and I would go on a date, or if I would have time to study for a test while watching tv.  This girl has to worry about where she is going to sleep, if she can find a job, where her next meal is coming from and when.  Things that most people take for granted, she has to worry about every night.  I makes me thankful for what I have and makes me wish there was more I could do to help people.