White pines ranch 5th grade. Everyone in there bunks and some trouble starts. Teacher makes me get out of bed. I'm rock hard in my underwear.
White pines ranch 5th grade. Everyone in there bunks and some trouble starts. Teacher makes me get out of bed. I'm rock hard in my underwear.
Once our school went to a renaissance fair, which sounds cool on paper, but alas, due to an early form of political correctness, also known as zero tolerance, anything resembling a weapon had to be covered up or hidden.
So...essentially it was an exceptionally muted experience with pretty much anything of interest being closed off or forbidden. (like a blacksmith making armor or weapons, or a little neat jousting event I looked up later.)
I mean, god forbid early high schoolers see a sword or hammer or bow at a fair intended to show some aspects of life during that era. Might be too traumatic, after all.
Got to see 'Cats' in NYC on Broadway in 10th grade (1986); then went to Mama Mia's (https://www.mamamia44sw.com/index.html) for dinner--- was awesome. Bad part was nearly getting run over (am fully wheel chair bound) by some ass-hole in a delivery van who thought running a red-light was a good plan. Yikes!
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I took an environmental geochemistry course. My teacher wanted us to see some known superfund sites, but because of weather issues, it kept getting pushed back. He waited a week for good weather, and then called for it to be the following Sunday. That Sunday got bad again. So the trip was 12 hours out of a weekend, visiting toxic waste dumps, in horizontal freezing rain and driving snow, and then riding in overcrowded vans.