Over the course of the week, we saw so many different monuments and went to so many different places. We saw a play in Ford's Theater, the Lincoln Monument, the Arlington Cemetery, the White House and so much more. We even went to a Medieval dinner!
It seemed like everyone was friends in DC. I remember one day on the bus, everyone was posting pictures to Instagram. I liked everyone's pictures, just to be nice, but I specifically remember liking his photo of him and his friends in front of the the Iwo Jima. I swear, he is the loudest talker because I could hear him talking about me, and he was sitting all the way in the back of the bus.
"Hey, lizlizwild liked my picture again!" He basically shouted. All my friends looked at me and started cracking up. I guess I did too.
The third day we were in DC, one of the chaperones over heard the boys in the back of the bus asking one of the girls some "inappropriate" questions. They got in some huge trouble. The principle made the biggest trouble-makers sit in the front of the bus, and he just so happened to be one of them. But really it wasn't his fault. It's not my problem that him and his group was curious because she was lesbian.
On our last day in DC, we went to the Smithsonian museums. It's sad to think that I was crying because I didn't want to go on this trip, but now I'm crying because I don't want to leave. When we got back on the bus to go home, he was sitting in his assigned seat up front. When the girl in front of me walked by him, he gave her a high-five. He had his hand up to give me one too, but as soon as I swung my hand, he yelled, "Too slow!" and put his hand down. So what did I do? I slapped him on the back. He tried tattling on me, but the chaperones thought it was funny. I thought it was funny how flabby he was.
It was a long 12 hours on the way home. And it didn't help that I slept pretty crappy. The first thing I did was sleep when I got home. I didn't wake up until 2:30 in the afternoon. All I could think about though was how bad I wanted to go back.
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