I have an 8th grade DC trip story myself, actually. We were at one of those colonial reenactment places where everything is brown and people dress like it’s the 18th century. It was alright.
I got distracted and zoned out near the end, the bus left without me, and I was basically stranded in the 1700’s for most of an hour. It sucked but it was hilarious.
At one hotel we wrote “fuck you” on a piece of paper and hid it under a desk lamp.
On that same trip I made every kid on the bus refuse to eat lunch because I opened my burger and pointed out it had a “weird texture”.
That’s enough detail that if you were in my class I’ve basically doxxed myself. But if you found that note under the lamp, I want you to know that I sincerely meant it.
I have an 8th grade DC trip story myself, actually. We were at one of those colonial reenactment places where everything is brown and people dress like it’s the 18th century. It was alright.
I got distracted and zoned out near the end, the bus left without me, and I was basically stranded in the 1700’s for most of an hour. It sucked but it was hilarious.
At one hotel we wrote “fuck you” on a piece of paper and hid it under a desk lamp.
On that same trip I made every kid on the bus refuse to eat lunch because I opened my burger and pointed out it had a “weird texture”.
That’s enough detail that if you were in my class I’ve basically doxxed myself. But if you found that note under the lamp, I want you to know that I sincerely meant it.