A select few students from my school were chosen to participate in volunteer work in Lourdes, France with a few faculty members. After our time volunteering the we ventured north to the Alps (not to ski) to visited the birthplace and significant places in the life of the founder of the Marist Brother Saint Marcellian Champagnat (my high school’s order). One of the places we visited was the site of his miracles, in-which a farmer decided to go outside out of a strange impulse and found him half dead with his fellow priest praying with a small lantern in their last breaths. The barn itself is in the middle of nowhere and barely still standing, but the scenery around it was breathtaking. While pretending to reenact Saving Private Ryan with my guidance counselor instead of being in memorial (because I am such a Holy person), I was in what looked like the war torn barn and saw my best friend Ian through a glass-less window and decided to pick up my point and shoot to take a picture. The name of this picture came from the fact that the guidance counselor I was “not playing games with” explained the idea of the Jahari Window not moments before leaving the coach bus, and I found the name suiting since Ian percevied himself as cool at the moment, however my camera and I saw differently.