Did you know that 2 percent of all children have taken part in a spelling bee at some point in their life. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. What do you think. Future material. You would like context for the word? “Ally had an Amazing time in Oregon”.
That is right! Correct! You are the new national spelling bee champion!
Now let’s get down to business. Yes, I did have a good time a great time. An inconceivable time. Try to spell that.
But it truly was amazing. I bet you are probably thinking, “man, what is this fetus speaking of” ? Well, let me be blunt.
Once upon a time, about three weeks ago, Ally’s PLP 8 class went on a wild field trip. They saw Bison. Went zip lining, and purchased some awesome socks, all with the “learning” excuse. They stayed in yet, talked to strangers and spent way too much time in a bus together.
So I know that as fact that you lovely humans want a day by day assessment of each little minute, but you know what? I am feeling like Regina George right after she got run over the bus. So when I come back to edit this post later, expect a Don Cherry style narration for each nanosecond.
For this moment, I would still like to make a good impression, so let’s skim over some of the most impressionable moments, and what I learned from each day.
Alrighty. So let me blurt out this lesson of the day. Waking up at 5 to go to school bites. Remind me to sleep on the bus next time.
Here we are. Up up and away we go. We stayed in the automobile singing an dancing to songs for hours. By the time that all of us were worn out and ready for the trip to be over, (roughly 3 hours after boarding), a student who would prefer to remain anonymous started a bus-wide trend. We called this the photoshop chalange. Yes, spelling mistakes required. The object of this chalange was to take the face of one of your lovely fellow classmates and either warp it beyond distinction, or paste it to the face of another.
All credits reserved to Brenton. Who else would want the distinction of being the creator anyway.
So this was actually so hilarious. Not only was this fun, but we got creative, used our incredible instant alpha skills, and used way o much data. So this alone was the first roof that this was going to be an interesting trip. After all, I was going on it with a group of smart Alec’s, and smart Alex’s, with all of this skill what could go possibly wrong?
This is the Astoria Column. Don’t get me wrong, the column itself was a blast, but do you really expect the best part of this stop to be the educational aspect? YOU KNOW, Maybe it as educational.
After climbing the Astoria column, and getting a short speech of one of the tour guides, me, Alex and Holly climbed the tower and looked out at that beautiful view. It truly was incredible. You could see Mount saint helens, and all of the farmland that your eye pleases. Ok, now it is time to club down. The crowd is dense and heavy, and being up on a tower that is supposed to for forty but is supporting eighty is a steep task, and a near death experience. So we climbed down, if you stood up there on the tower, you would see the large group of Seycove kids on the hill, rolling around like the large number of doofuses that they are. We sat, and we talked about intellectual status of Americans, and though a bright conversation, most likely not a bright decision. We got our share of ‘I am going to murder you’ looks. But this moment was not about them. We were having the team of our lives,a don really getting to know each other. I swear in that hour alone, I got to know more about these stranger than i had in the past month. Truly incredible how this works, isn’t it.
Ah, good old day 2. I would have to say that this was my favorite day of them all. Why may you ask? Three words. Zipping and Thai. Must I say anything else?
Now I must continue to respect the minimum rule (how am I doing at that), so let’s skip right to zip lining. In case you were wondering, since I have to speak of as little as possible, obviously Fort Stevens did not make my “high flying” list. Wars are simply not my FORTÉ, but ad you can tell, puns are. Don’t misunderstand, the experience was fun, I got the sweetest pencil sharpener that you will ever see, and my quest group killed it, but I found myself constantly checking the time, not to mention that I had a killer headache. (Strangely) I did not have to worry about this when I was having fun.
So how did I do at not giving it a second thought
This was the day that we went zippity zipping. I genuinely was over the moon at the thought of zipping, because believe it or not I have never done it before. It is simply exhilarating. You are going down with the wind in your face, I loved it, and I could do it forever. This was also a bonding experience, they say that when you have lots of Adrenaline pumping through your body, you are more likely to make a connection with another human. (Highlighting the human is important). At one point in the ride we got the option to go in the water, and not only did I go in realizing that I did not have a change of clothing, but me and Alex got caught in the water! Brrrr. I am cold just thinking about it.
Every other aspect of the day was enthralling as well, and it is impossible to deny the level of Thai food that Oregon has.
I would like to take a minute to appreciate just the level that his trip really achieved. Do we realize that these people have put 28 prepubescent human beans together. Do we know what this means? Yah, boom. I will not deny the fat that on this trip there was drama. But you can almost look at it like not of those bad teenage coming of age stories that focuses on the idolizations of freedom? The amount of it that we got on this trip was almost freaky. Teachers, do you remember that little party that we had on the girls deck, you may remember it as the cry fest. That moment was emotional. Only no do I realize the sensitive train that is my classmates. One person cries, the next one cries. Don’t call me insensitive, call me observant. That night was really that game changer. The lasting adrenaline in our systems was making us all tear up, but I also noticed that we were all supporting each other. We were all offering a shoulder to cry on, and ears that will listen. Earlier in the day I had doubted the maturity of my classmates, but there is no doubt that at that moment, we were all each other’s friends. Do you not find that incredible?
‘Ally, why did you skip four days? Well, the answer is that remember I am not getting any younger, and I can’t keep you here forever. So let’s skip to the parts that really made me passionate. Such as John’s incredibly incredible pizza. I really cannot rave about this food enough, can I. My highlights would have had to be Izzy’s, the only buffet that I gave ever been to where all the food looks enticing, not like it was baked in a fake oven by a three year old, and lets not forget the incredible chinese food. For now I have forgotten the name, google get ready. But I am sure that if you asked all of my fellow classmates what their favorite restaurant was, the answer would for sure be John’s incredible pizza. Yes, it is just as incredible as the name suggests. They literally have bumper cars inside this all you can eat buffet. It is larger than the queen of hearts hair, and the place actually screams diabetes from miles away. It is ever young child’s dream. Mint ice cream, a fun spinning ride, and a casino. Can’t you just imagine how incredible this would have been if we were all a little bit younger? Well with the mental age of seven year olds I believe that we did pretty well anyway.
The buffet consisted of a slurpee machine, cake and some killer pizza. Enough to leave all of us looking like the Hindenburg for the next 24 hours.
But this moment really stood out to me not only for the incredible pizza and the child’s casino, but because of the car ridge afterwards.
So lets get this part over with. While I was in Oregon, I have created a book. Jane Austen, this is where you shake with fear. So you should go check it out, maybe, maybe so. It is interactive, and it will get you on my good side.
I’m sure that you have had them before, those moments that occupy your mind especially when highly irrelevant. But not all of these moments are incredible important. It could be the pink piece of gum that you saw on the sidewalk, or ther conversation that you had with your friend at the cafeteria table. The moments that just creep up on you, even through you paid no attention to it whatsoever when you were experiencing it. We all have those moments. I know for a fact that I have plenty of them. This car ride is one of them. In the car in the pitch black, listening to the radio station talk about a French comedian. One of the jokes that I can remember clear as mud is his Starbucks one, a favourite with the Americans no doubt. Why else would it be on the radio? “ so I am lost in New York. I need to find my hotel, so I ask an American for directions. ‘So you turn left at the Starbucks, and here on your left here will be the Starbucks, so turn right. Here you will see two Starbucks. The road is between them. When you turn down here you will see that there is no Starbucks. Do not panic”. It is these little moments, and these little jokes that will be with me forever.
This Oregon trip was just A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. I would not have traded this experience for the world. And I believe that the main message that I am trying to convey is that, all of these incredible activities, they were great learning experiences. But we always all about digging deeper, and let me note that you may or may not have intended this, but the real learning was fostered from what came behind the activities. What we learned about each other from the Hatfield Marine crab experiment, what we learned about our teachers from the bus and car trips. Not all of the beauties in life come shouting “look at me”! The real lesson comes from the process of learning about what is underneath. So thank you for everything, class of 2023.
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