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Why i hate school trips

here is a lovely tale, one as old as last january. this story takes place in the miserably cold city of Quebec city, Quebec, and how i payed for a almost illegally expensive school trip to possibly my death.

for those of you who don't know, i live in canada, and our second national language is french. so, of course, every other freaking public school is either fully french or half, i went to a half school. by the way the french teachers here are terrible, they get mad at everything like okay boo we get it you're on an eternal period while someones foot is so far up your ass you could tie the laces with your tounge. but thats no reason to take it out on a bunch of 13 year olds.

by the way, this took place in my elementary school, well, my old one now, got out of there as fast as i could am i right ladies? again, in my country, some places school is k-7 then high school is 8-12.

in this elementary school, we have the same teacher everyday, all day. i got stuck with probably the worst teacher ive ever had, she was mean to me all the time, rude, bitchy to the max, and i don't think i've ever hated someone in my life, in all 13 years i've orbited around the sun, as much as i hate that woman.

Anyways, I had delt with her for about five months already around the time of the school trip to Quebec, on the other side of the country, when my mom told me that she wouldn't be going with us for the week and I was so glad I almost cried because she'd already caused me so much emotional tags and social and public humiliation that I would fake being sick just so I could have more than forty eight hours a week of peace and so I had one less day to cry over. So, when the day came, I believe it was about the thirty first of January when we had left and girl let me tell you. They told us to get there at four in the morning, so I slept for five hours and woke up and drove with my mom to the airport and stayed there waiting, once the actual like legal stuff was done my mom hugged me goodbye and told me that she loved me and was on her way because she had work the next day. Which, by the way if anyone from the school board is reading this I just want to let you know that that was a dumb move because some of the people who dropped us off had jobs on the weekend that they couldn't afford to miss because they had just spent 1500 dollars on this trip that was actually very boring and should have been at most 800 dollars. Which, by the way I've actually considered suing the school board for how ridiculously fucking expensive that was, and it's not like they tried to make it so that it was easier on people, there were no fundraisers nothing like that at all. It was a total scam, an they can't deny it.
Anyways we get there and we take a few photos and everyone is really excited until we find out our flight got delayed for three hours, then another three and another after that and I think it was noon when we finally took off, everyone had blown their money on coffee and the teachers were trying to make us excited again be we were all tired and pissed off and broke.
So we get on this damn plane and we don't even get to sit with our friends and then they say. "No leaning over or getting out of you're seats to talk to your friends." And it's like sweetheart, here's a fun idea to avoid that, let us sit with our fucking friends :).
So me and the girl I was siting next to didn't talk much during the flight because we hardly knew each other and didn't have anything in common and to make it worse I was sandwiched between her and some rude ass, weird ass lady who wouldn't even move her damn ass legs so I could go and piss on this mother effing SIX HOUR FLIGHT.  So I sat there watching Master chef, a show I couldn't give two shits about because they wouldn't let us watch anything with some much as the word "idiot" in it so. Again, :).
We land in Toronto, and we aren't even aloud to get off the plane for like twenty minutes because we have to let all the other asshole passengers take their sweet ass time getting their shit, and when we got off we had two hour cross over, so I went and ate this gross ass pita and the prices in Toronto are absolutely JACKED TO THE FUCKING LEGAL MAX LIKE IM BUYING APPLE JUICE NOT AN ENGAGEMENT RING. And I sat there with my guy friends for a while and then we get on this rickety ass plane, and when I say rickety I mean held together by duck tape and Jesus faith. We get there at one in the morning, I fall in the damn parking lot at this ghetto ass lodge we were staying at where two kids fell in the fucking frozen ass lake that they later in the week told us to play on in pitch black. And this lodge was on top of a high school/hotel so that's how ratchet it was and then one of the dick ass kids from the other schools that were staying there stole my expensive ass gloves and then complained when I stole his because I had nothing else to wear on my fuckin hands in eighty below. By the way the food there was disgusting as hell, they were like "vous voulez manges le plus magnificent poutine dans le monde?" Which means "would you guys like to eat the most magnificent poutine in the world?" And for all you uncultured fucks Quebec is poutine's origin place. So we were like  "hell yes let's do it." And it was probably the worst fucking poutine I've ever had in my life and it was all they had for dinner. Then, another night they had this weird ass ricotta stuffed bullshit that I couldn't eat because I'm lactose sensitive and would have gotten sick, so I didn't eat dinner that night either. And then one of the teachers had to sit at the table with you like bitch were eating not planing some half French drug deal. Now I know what you're all thinking "well why didn't you tell someone and get different food?????1?1?1?1!1111!!1¡?¿" well, you assholes that's because I have social anxiety and can't ask for things to people I don't know well because it makes me nervous and I would have thrown up everywhere.

so me and my friend go back to our rachet room which had two old af beds that were dirty and we had the sewage pipe going through our room and there was like this counter with a sink on it and it was in the smack dab middle of the room? it was a mess and the whole night teachers would come in and check on us and they would walk in while we were changing and showering in the morning, no knocking, nothing.

oh and here's the best part, we had to keep journals and write in them about what we did that day for everyday we were there and everyday I just wrote about how dumb the trip was and how much I hated the teachers. needless to say I got a 12/100 and wrote it all in English.

by the way, the shopping in Quebec is awful, at least where they took us and the clerks were sleazy as fuck and gross honestly I wanted to die the whole time I was there.

and that is why I hate school trips, we also went to camp but that's going to be in the next chapter.

sorry not sorry for my colourful language.