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What was your most memorable or favorite school field trip?
Without a doubt, that would be the one where my friend Bryce and I got horribly lost in Kejimikujik Park in grade 5 or thereabouts. We found the river, which we had learnt was brown with tannic acid, and followed it until we ran into the rest of our class. They had been sent out to look for us. Had I not been ten, I would have been terrified. Second most memorable was the trip to Chedicamp, where Cheryl Schnare got bitten by an angry goose. Several years later a skinny girl with buck teeth named Julia lost her earlobe to an impatient horse, but that had nothing to do with any field trip. It was fate, not curriculum, that brought her and the horse together.
Somebody here undoubtedly kissed or got laid for the first time ever on a field trip (or on the bus ride back), but that never happened to me. I lost my virginity at a drama festival, which is something like a field trip, but the festival took days, and it stripped me of my innocence, my dignity and my Jesus & Mary Chain album. Good times.
Nobody has given me any work to do today. I ran into my boss this morning and demanded work. She gave me a document and told me to change all the dates. That was hours ago.
Update: It turns out I'm a moron. In Grade 11 I went to see Metallica with my Philosophy of History class. We drove into Halifax to see them. It was the Damaged Justice tour and Queensryche was opening. I remember the entire arena milling around while Queensryche played, waiting patiently for Metallica to start, and one guy with scraggly black hair leaning over the rails, screaming and banging his head like wasps had flown in his ears. Somehow the loneliness of his passion made it so much more intense than a crowd of screaming headbangers. That guy was no sheep. He probably had shit in his hair like a sheep, but that's where the resemblance ended.
By the time Metallica started I'd shoved way up to the front. Jason Newstead threw a plastic beer cup into the crowd. It hit me in the forehead. I caught it on the ricochet and stuffed it under the armpit of my leather jacket. Later I wrote 'Metallicup' on the side and put it somewhere for safekeeping. Damned if I know where that was.
