Preferred Conflict

High School. The bell rings. It's 2:02. I leave my last class gratefully. It's been a rough day. Dodging through the crowded hallways, with lockers slamming all around, backpacks and elbows pushing, and voices calling, I catch myself holding my breath. Finally I manage to get to my own locker, dump my books in and take some folders out and stuff them in my bag. I dart through the hallway again to the closet door, one not very many people use. The door shuts behind me and a gust of wind buffets me from the front. I dig in my heels and start walking. And smile up at the grey sky, and the wind whipping my hair. 

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In high school English class we talked about the types of conflict in books: 

Man v. Man (ex. Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling)

Man v. Society (ex. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne)

Man v. Nature (ex. Hatchet by Gary Paulson)

I think that's most of them. 

As shown by the first paragraph I have always preferred the man v. nature conflict in my own life. I went gladly to it and away from the man v. society/man. And because of that (I think) I have always kind of wanted to help out at a natural disaster. Some people might find that weird, but I guess I find that sort of thing less disturbing then working with abused children, unemployed parents, or war torn families. There's more than one way to serve, I guess.