I MISS MY SCHOOL LIFE...

During my junior year our advanced English/History class took a trip to Washington DC. It happened the week after Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. There were national guardsmen everywhere, curfews for everyone, and some of the monuments had barricades keeping people away. We stayed in a seedy hotel near Union Station, and it was an adventure in itself. I studied German in high school, and I was thrilled when a group of German people came to our hotel. I still have the little pin they gave me. Even the long bus rides were fun.