School Trips
Get left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
Get left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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Why I don't drink spring water
The only school trip that stands out to me was a visit to the lake district when I was a young boy of 10.
There were many tales of interest, such as every single meal consisting primarily of onion, or "some kid"* crying/snotting into his tea, which he then drank, simply because he didn't like onion.
However, the one story that stands out was when we were hiking in the hills. We'd been gone a few hours, and most people were quite thirsty so they started filling up their bottles from a small stream.
Their thirst quenched, we continued upstream about 20 meters and marveled at nature's bounty. We were then greeted by the sight of a rotting sheep's carcass nestling in the clear, crisp water, its intestines showing for all the world to see.
That's what you get for bottling your own water.
* It wasn't me. Definitely not...
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 15:27, Reply)
The only school trip that stands out to me was a visit to the lake district when I was a young boy of 10.
There were many tales of interest, such as every single meal consisting primarily of onion, or "some kid"* crying/snotting into his tea, which he then drank, simply because he didn't like onion.
However, the one story that stands out was when we were hiking in the hills. We'd been gone a few hours, and most people were quite thirsty so they started filling up their bottles from a small stream.
Their thirst quenched, we continued upstream about 20 meters and marveled at nature's bounty. We were then greeted by the sight of a rotting sheep's carcass nestling in the clear, crisp water, its intestines showing for all the world to see.
That's what you get for bottling your own water.
* It wasn't me. Definitely not...
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 15:27, Reply)
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