School Field Trips From My Childhood: Sixth Grade

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In sixth grade we spent a week at Woodleaf, a hippie camp up in the hills. My bunk buddy didn't show up the day we left so I had to share my bunk with one of the high school counselors in charge of my cabin. I did not have a very good time, as I had no friends there, and I was on my period which made things miserable. I had a really bad migraine the first day and ended up at the nurse's station, and woke up in a strange bunk with one of the male teachers (not my own) standing over me and glaring at me, and he mocked me for having a headache. The nurse yelled at him to get out of there and luckily he left me alone after that, but I was horrified. No 11 year old girl wants to wake up to finding a strange man lurking over her. The rest of the trip was just meh. I had a crush on one of the naturalists who worked there, who went by the name Jason Jurassic. He had longish blond hair and a goatee. I wanted to get a picture of him but I was too embarrassed to take one, so I never did. I was sad when we left because I knew I'd never see him again. The big field trip in sixth grade was a visit to the Bay Area to visit a sea life sanctuary. That was the first time I got to see the ocean. We got to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge, and I swore I saw Peter Tork of the Monkees drive by twice (he lived in San Francisco at the time.) Toward the end of the year I got to go to Water World (a water park) with the orchestra, which I was a member of (I played the violin.) I had no friends to hang out with so I latched onto a group of girls I knew from the choir. I ended up burning the bottoms of my feet from walking barefoot on the hot concrete and had huge blisters, and my mom made me wear maxipads on the bottom of my feet for a few days afterwards, and wrote me a note to get out of P.E. My older sister told everyone at school about the pads on my feet and I was humiliated. My class also got to go on an end of year field trip to the pool, which was also a horrifying experience. My friend Ravneet did not know how to swim and thought she was drowning in the shallow end (which was only about 2 or 3 feet deep.) She tried to take me down with her and pulled my bathing suit down in the process, flashing my 12-year-old boobies to anyone who was looking. Then, the boy I liked swam between my legs, leaving me terribly confused. Oh, and Mr. Angeloni, my English and History teacher and the resident school pervert, floated around with his shirt off and we were all afraid we would choke on hairballs. Middle school wasn't a very pleasant experience for me, as you can probably tell... (Thanks to @Courtlynn for the inspiration for this post series.)