School TripsGet left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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P6 trip...Upon attending secondary school I found out that the week long residential school trip in Primary school was not all it seemed;
Everyone else's schools went to Paris, or Spain, or Germany...
... we went to Scarborough. For a week. It rained even moreso than it does in my native Glasgow. My highlight was early on the fourth morning climbing down from the top bunk, only for the ladder to collapse. I dangled upside down tangled in the ladder, the bed frame, my matress and the feet of the lad on the bottom bunk. It was made all better by the headmistress coming in to find out all the commotion, throwing the door open, only for it to hit me full force in the face. I still bear the scars on my shins and my nose still isn't the right shape.
Never went on another residential trip...
(, Thu 14 Dec 2006, 18:43, Reply)
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