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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Geography field trip, year 9.
I found myself sitting on a rock halfway up a mountain in Wales. All my friends had decided to stop talking to me (for some reason that escapes me now, but they did that a lot at school). The rain was sideways, the wind was coming from all directions. The waterproof clothing provided by the hostel was very much un-waterproof. It was gray, cold, wet and vile. And then the geography teacher pipes up
"Alright then girls, lets draw the landscape".
Drawing in sideways rain is not a possibility. I think we all laughed at her.
On the plus side, on the last day they let us loose to do some information-gathering in a small village (how many post offices and sheep there are kind of thing). Me and my friend (who had started talking to me again) spent the day sitting in a cafe eating chips and making the answers up. It was going great until I put sugar on my chips.
( , Fri 8 Dec 2006, 17:47, Reply)
I found myself sitting on a rock halfway up a mountain in Wales. All my friends had decided to stop talking to me (for some reason that escapes me now, but they did that a lot at school). The rain was sideways, the wind was coming from all directions. The waterproof clothing provided by the hostel was very much un-waterproof. It was gray, cold, wet and vile. And then the geography teacher pipes up
"Alright then girls, lets draw the landscape".
Drawing in sideways rain is not a possibility. I think we all laughed at her.
On the plus side, on the last day they let us loose to do some information-gathering in a small village (how many post offices and sheep there are kind of thing). Me and my friend (who had started talking to me again) spent the day sitting in a cafe eating chips and making the answers up. It was going great until I put sugar on my chips.
( , Fri 8 Dec 2006, 17:47, Reply)
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