Fate either likes me or it doesn't... not sure which.
Disclaimer: This story does not contain Stalker Boy.

When I was 15, I went on a school trip to Quebec to ski and/or speak French. The most of the week was fabulous, perfect conditions for falling down mountains and throwing snow at each other and bizarre adolescent fumblings (girl in my year and boy aged 13... ew).

However, on the last day of skiing I took a wrong turn when I got to the bottom of the mountain and lost the rest of my group when I got to the lifts to go up again. Fucksocks. What do I do? Get in the gondola with some randoms who only spoke French (and I only had half a GCSE at the time - mind you Quebecois is a law unto itself). But I digress. I knew we were going down the other side of the mountain to meet everyone for lunch. "Go and catch them up like nothing's happened," thinks I, and darted off down the slope I presumed was the right one.

Oh no. Half way down it all starts to look a bit too familiar... yes, it's the slope I've just been down. So I carry on back to the bottom and pace about a bit, panicking that I'm going to be stuck on a mountain forever.

Then comes a vision... out of nowhere comes the history teacher I ashamedly spent most of my teens drooling over in a slightly too obvious way. It was like something out of a cheesy romcom and I could almost hear the Hallelujah Chorus. He was not best pleased that they sent him to look for me, given that he probably thought he was going to get molested... so we go back up in the chair lift and ski down the other side in more or less total silence. And I got thoroughly bollocked when I got to the bottom by the teacher in charge of the trip.

And on another trip to the WW1 battlefields a few months previously, we got an earlier ferry back to England than we'd expected and as only the really posh kids had mobile phones at that point I spent several quid in payphones trying to get hold of my parents (who unbeknownst to me had gone to see Chicken Run), in a restaurant next door to school... again with History Teacher. I was a happy kid that year, even if he did hate me.
( Maladicta, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 17:05, Reply)