As I sat in one of the comfortable chairs at a circus for a field trip, I stood up immediately with my jaw hanging. I was mesmerized by their acts–human cannons, acrobatics, clowns–yet amazed by the animals the most. I could not believe I would actually see a real monkey juggles three balls or tiger jumps inside a ring. As I watched every bit of the program, I noticed something unusual in animals: bruise marks. I ignored it and predicted that all the dents in their skin came from practices. After the show, I got to go to the backstage and got a chance to meet and greet the cast of the circus. Magicians tricked us with their slick hand movements, acrobats showed their flexibility, and trainers chained the elephants and other animals–forcefully–and locked them up into a gas chamber. What have they done to those poor animals? After the circus, we had to go to one of laboratory that does unusual circumstances that dealt involving science. There were mice/rats, monkeys, rabbits, and other type of animals that were trapped in a tightly dense box which no one can get an air to breathe. They tried to moan constantly, waiting to get an aid. One of the scientist came and grabbed one of the mice. The mouse kept screeching and once the scientist injected whatever chemical was on the injection made the mouse more aggressive; the rest of the scientists monitored the mouse's action and shook all their heads. One of the scientist shot the mouse with no guilt. Temper arose, vessel popping out of my hands, I stood there staring at the mouse he shot. I should have done something to save the poor mouse's life. I could have halted the scientist and made him stop whatever action he was to commit. In there, I also witnessed with my own eyes how they remove the skin of these poor animals to import their skins towards a company that make our clothing: fur jackets, leather shoes and coats. Last stop in our list of field trip was the zoo. Zoo reminds me of my hometown. I was raised in a province filled with poultry, dairy animals, and domesticated animals. I treated those animals with care, provided them with basic needs: food, shelter, space. In this zoo, there were animals I always wanted to see. Lions, bears, zebras, elephants. . . I cannot name them all! As we walk around, I noticed how these animals feel especially an orangutan by itself in a barred cage with just rocks and grass. I felt heartbroken being separated from its family. I also heard from my friend who volunteered for zoo that sometimes they don't sanitize their habitat, limit their diet. Also, when an animal revoke to the trainer, he/she eithe