God I'm stupid sometimes....
My old Secondary school, which for the purposes of this story we shall refer to as Vs, used to run 'The Lake District trip' for all new Year 7s. You'd never get away with it now... health and safety bollocks probably. Anyway...

The trip started with us getting dropped off at a point that felt like half a billion miles from the Youth Hostel, and walking the rest of the way with teacher + a few sixth formers in tow to guide us. After god knows how many hours walking we came to a rather large bog... as we stand there, weighing up the possibility of jumping/walking round/calling moutain rescue one of the sixth form guys runs past us and jumps over it. Turns to the rest of us and says 'great, no problem!'. So, forgetting that he, at about 6' tall would find the leap far easier than me, now 5'8'" short, I went for it - pack on the back and all.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, I didn't make the jump and landed thighskneesarmsfacehands on the far edge.. cue much hysterical laughter from my class 'mates' at my undoubtedly hilarious misfortune. Unfortunately, I had managed to administer two dead legs, two deads arms and a slighty fuzzy brain in the process, so just floated in what turned out to be a seriously deep, desperately soggy mud hole. My feet didn't touch the bottom. I was dragged out, in a rather unceremonious fashion, dusted down and in typical 'old boys school' style told to suck it up and keep walking - limping and with slightly blurred vision. The bog was actually quite warm, so it wasn't until about four hours later, three and a quarter hours after we were supposed to have arrived, when we were totally lost (cheers 'Sir', where's the helicopter?) in the middle of the Lake District that I realised that I was still soaked to the skin and actually getting quite near to death. Still we got there at about midnight (seriously) having been dropped off at about 3pm to begin our week of fun. Rubbish.

Still, the 'holiday' was brightened somewhat by lining my room mate's bed with sanitary bags and coke botles after he'd had to take a piss in a bottle on the coach with our fit geography teacher looking on, Crilly getting knocked off a boat by the beam at least three times (moron) and, on a slightly geeky note, seeing fighter jets fly underneath us on a walk along the top of a valley. Very noisy. Very fast. Very not far enough away from me.

Oh yeah, and the field trip took place in November.

Sorry about the length... had totally forgotten about that til today and got carried away.
(MrKipling43, Thu 14 Dec 2006, 23:28, Reply)