3 days 3 nights pretty much homeless

I've been having a hard time getting internet so this is a little late. so much has happened in the past week. we started our ministry sites on Monday but I won't even talk about the first couple of days.
It started Wednesday...It was the longest day at the ministry site and we had 20 minutes from the time we got back till we had a "prayer meeting"...I didn't even want to go to the meeting. Then they pulled something out of nowhere. A poverty simulation. They gave us 15 minutes to run to our rooms and get three items (I got blanket, water, and pretzels) Then we had 30 minutes to get to Queens at the Here's Life Inner City warehouse where we would be living for who knows how long. We had fake money and they could steal from us if we don't have a hold of our stuff. They would give us random chance cards to win or lose money, go homeless, or other stuff. So, we were shut in the warehouse. 19 people on the cement and one toilet. half of the people didn't bring their blanket and it was freezing...add that to sleeping on the ground. I ended up crying a lot because I was so overwhelmed and worrying about everything...Sam had to calm me down...It was just so crazy and surreal. I didn't sleep at all the first night and at one point there were 4 of us sitting in a circle with my blanket over our heads to keep warm. I couldn't help but complain...even knowing what the point is on the simulation. I also started wishing I would have called my mom and changed my voicemail bc I didn't know how long it would last. I continued to wonder why I chose the inner city track instead of Art or Campus. And why did God want me on this one? for the challenge? bc I don't like challenge.
The next day was super hard at the ministry site not having any sleep at all. We were so blessed being at that ministry site because they gave us love and food...otherwise we wouldn't have eaten. That night I had payed $6 of the $20 fake money they gave us for dinner...which was a banana and peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I paid $7 to sleep upstairs on carpet instead of on the cold cement ground. This is when I started thinking like a homeless person...thinking about just myself and being selfish....I get so sad thinking about how selfish I was...it's not like me. I took my blanket instead of leaving it for someone...I finally got 5 hours of sleep. I'll never again complain about the loud sounds that keep me up at school. The whole situation made me appreciate the little things...like a toothbrush and a pillow. I began feeling really bitter about it and didn't even want to look at the staff.
That next day (friday) we only had to be at our ministry site for 3 hours...within those three hours they had a fish fry...so my whole team smelled like fish the rest of our homeless life. People on the subways didn't want to sit by us...we were looked down on even. it was so humiliating. That night I was just so ready to go home. For dinner we got cards that either said low-class, middle-class, or wealthy...all but 6 people were low-class. We got different meals...cereal, sandwich, or spagettii. It was really interesting to hear the stats on the worlds poverty and actually experience it. Again, I spend $7 to sleep upstairs but we had to wait till midnight and when the time came, they told us to go on the roof. So, 2am came around and I finally went to sleep...6am they kicked us out and we were sleeping on the streets until 9...people were even using garbage bags to keep warm...It was so crazy literally sleeping on the streets. As if it wasn't bad already, they told us we would be on the streets for the day where we had to beg for food money, get something useful out of the trash, and a few other things. I found myself searching the ground for change and looking in the trash for dry bags because it was raining. Kasi, Kelly, and I ended up using a coffee cup out of the trash to beg for money. We were sitting at the park wrapped in my blanket in the rain. It was really awkward and embarrassing. Once again, we were so blessed...3 missionaries came and talked to us, prayed with us, and gave us money to eat. It was definitely a God thing. I think at that point I was ok with the situation because I got to actually be in poverty and have to put myself in their shoes. We had to meet up as a group and since we were late everyone got a change card...which said that the simulation was OVER! I was so happy. That night they treated us to a really nice dinner. I have never been that happy to brush my teeth and take a shower.

So, of course I left things out...it was a really crazy few days. Eventhough I would say that it was the worst experience I learned a lot. It brought out things in me that I never want to see again...including selfishness and bitterness.
now, we are starting a new ministry site and I just ask for a few prayers...
strength...physically, emotioanlly, and spiritually.
that the enemy doesn't get my down.
that I can grow and get past my struggle...and that I can leave the struggles here that I brought with me.