My freshman year of college, I took a 13 hour-long bus ride with a few of my classmates from Maine to Washington D.C to participate in one of the largest climate marches of its time. In the college spirit of trying new things, I figured this would be a fun opportunity to do something completely out of my element and normal practice. Not to mention its a unique story I would carry with me in life. I’m not sure what else I really expected out of the march, but once I was there I could physically feel the vibrations of the crowd’s energy. That said, the march didn’t have any…