QueenSusanofNarnia
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Okay. So, yesterday, I went to this camp with the other 84 people in my grade as a sort of end-of-the-year thing, you know, to say goodbye to middle school, and to the 8 people who are leaving for new schools for next year.
So, yesterday, we were doing a bunch of community service, hanging out, and did a bonfire. Then, today, we did a 5 mile hike.
One of my best friends Courtney wasn't feeling so good yesterday or today; today, she was going to go home with another girl who wasn't feeling good, but our math teacher Ms Stein made her stay, and let the other girl get picked up to go home.
So, we started our hike in 90+ degree weather. It was pretty easy at the beginning, but it was just getting really hot. We hiked for the 5 miles, but then we got to some random soccer field and Ms Stein realized she just made us hike 5 miles in the total opposite direction we were supposed to go in! We were about to have to go back, hike the 5 miles to the starting point, and then hike another 5 to our actual destination, but no one wanted to move at all. Everyone was out of water, there was no food, and we had no idea where we were. So for 25 minutes, we sat in the hot sun while one of the teachers called the bus drivers and tried to describe where we were, but they wouldn't come because they didn't know where we were.
So we walked across another field (about 100 yards) and we came to the edge of a small highway. We had no idea where we were, but a car drove by and we got it to stop. The people inside it only spoke spanish, but one of the boys in our grade (one of my best friends) speaks spanish fluently as his second language, so he got directions in spanish and translated them to Ms Stein.
So 85 13/14/15-year-olds and 5 teachers walked single-file up the side of a highway for 2 miles, passing magnificent houses with huge pools, nice cars, all that stuff...and we also passed a sign that read: ICE COLD SODA, 2 MILES.
And so we walked for 2 miles without food, water, shade...and we finally reached a place with grass where we could stop and rest and where the buses found us.
A 5-mile, 2-hour trip turned into a 7+ mile, 4-hour nightmare.
When we finally got back to our school, 6 people went home sick, 2 went home dehydrated, and the rest of us let the soda machines get quite a bit richer.
And that was how we were supposed to remember our 8th grade year: a horrid, pshyco science teacher, an owl-obsessed spanish teacher, a mercury incident, and a hike that left us all near-dead.
Wonderful, innit?
So, yesterday, we were doing a bunch of community service, hanging out, and did a bonfire. Then, today, we did a 5 mile hike.
One of my best friends Courtney wasn't feeling so good yesterday or today; today, she was going to go home with another girl who wasn't feeling good, but our math teacher Ms Stein made her stay, and let the other girl get picked up to go home.
So, we started our hike in 90+ degree weather. It was pretty easy at the beginning, but it was just getting really hot. We hiked for the 5 miles, but then we got to some random soccer field and Ms Stein realized she just made us hike 5 miles in the total opposite direction we were supposed to go in! We were about to have to go back, hike the 5 miles to the starting point, and then hike another 5 to our actual destination, but no one wanted to move at all. Everyone was out of water, there was no food, and we had no idea where we were. So for 25 minutes, we sat in the hot sun while one of the teachers called the bus drivers and tried to describe where we were, but they wouldn't come because they didn't know where we were.
So we walked across another field (about 100 yards) and we came to the edge of a small highway. We had no idea where we were, but a car drove by and we got it to stop. The people inside it only spoke spanish, but one of the boys in our grade (one of my best friends) speaks spanish fluently as his second language, so he got directions in spanish and translated them to Ms Stein.
So 85 13/14/15-year-olds and 5 teachers walked single-file up the side of a highway for 2 miles, passing magnificent houses with huge pools, nice cars, all that stuff...and we also passed a sign that read: ICE COLD SODA, 2 MILES.
And so we walked for 2 miles without food, water, shade...and we finally reached a place with grass where we could stop and rest and where the buses found us.
A 5-mile, 2-hour trip turned into a 7+ mile, 4-hour nightmare.
When we finally got back to our school, 6 people went home sick, 2 went home dehydrated, and the rest of us let the soda machines get quite a bit richer.
And that was how we were supposed to remember our 8th grade year: a horrid, pshyco science teacher, an owl-obsessed spanish teacher, a mercury incident, and a hike that left us all near-dead.
Wonderful, innit?
I'm very sorry for you.