How weird is it that the week @charmaine @missy & @rambo assigned homework about a disastrous trip or vacation in our life happens to be the SAME week the trip happen 5 years earlier? (Timehop as my witness)... Bizarre. Anyways, I'm all the way on the left, I haven't figured out how to smile just yet, I had just gotten my braces off after 3 years!
So let me set the stage, it's begining of my senior year, I'm freshly 18, and I am doing whatever I please. The "journey" started the night before our schools all day NYC field trip when me and a couple friends decided to take a trip of our own, and ate some magical mushrooms. What we didn't know is that we were young and dumb and an eighth of shrooms split between 3 people really doesn't do much. After a belly ache and a case of the giggles we spent the next hours waiting to feel anything, nothing, but in our wait we forgot to watch the clock, we had to be at the school at 4am, we were late.
When we got to the school we were the last ones on the bus, and by the evil looks from every person sitting they had been waiting. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before the bus even left the school. We get there, & we have to listen to lectures and answer questions for hours while we are starving, then we get served this wimpy school meal before we are allowed to have our turn exploring the city. This part would have been fun, and briefly was, freedom to roam the shops, freedom to smoke a damn cigarette, it was the coolest thing my schools ever done, then the snow came. I HATE the cold, I'm small, and once cold gets to my bones it takes me forever to get warm! Well for some dumb reason I had worn these thin silk flats, those fuckers literally froze to my feet, snow was sticking to my face, it was awful. We spent our free time trying to keep dry huddled in a public restroom. 😷
(Look at those OG selfies with a REAL camera)
So we meet back up with our chaperone, and he happens to be my math teacher from the year before. He is quiet and unsure of himself and he got us lost in the fucking snow. At this point I can't feel my feet, the wind has broken my umbrella, and am trying not to cry, so I light a cigarette. The teacher asks me to put it out and I have a tantrum in the middle of the city he has me lost in (yes, I got to finish it) and then he finally asks directions and we arive at our dinner destination.
So we all ate greasy burgers soaking wet in the "go to" vacation restaurant in every major city, and it gets me super sick. Luckily they brought the busses to us, and luckily there was a restroom on that bus. That was the first and so far the last time I visited the big apple, I've never been a city person so this was just icing on the cake, but I have friends up there now so I may try and visit again...in the summer.
