Pre-Trip

Okay, first I'll fill you in on what the trip is exactly. Then entire high school is put into a train, and we go to the south of France where we get to sail for a week, and do various activities. Pretty much EVERYONE goes. But with the combined power of my mother and I, we turned in the form late. And let me tell you there was stress. They said they had already booked all the train seats, and I could only go if someone backed out. So for like the next we crossed our fingers, but we pretty much had it in our heads it wasn't going to be. I believe my grandma said, "It would be nice if someone got hurt...not bad, just sick or temporary injury." And LUCKILY for me someone changed their mind. I was on. Now you have two choices on the trip Sport, or Culture. Which is pretty much go sailing, or go to museums. Obviously i took sport. The only problem with that was that I had to take a swimming test. But that's not the problem I was worried about. In France apparently you must wear a Speedo to take the swimming test. Being an American I'm not so used to that. But it wasn't that bad. Not that I would even CONSIDER wearing one in front of my American friends. So that was done. On a funny note though at the pool we saw these people filming one of those exercise videos with a fake beach background and hardcore music going. (It wasn't Denise Austin). I don't remember the exact date at that time, but it was getting closer to the date of the trip (Sep. 29th) I went over to Marcos's house again, and played Halo and went to McDonald's again. But FINALLY the trip was apon me, and I had my backpack of stuff to do in the train, and my bag of a weeks provisions. So at like 5 something, mom and I got on the metro to get to the train station. Mom had the route planned out in her head. So we got in took a couple of stops got off, and looked at the map. And from the looks of it, mom had taken us exactly where we weren't supposed to go. But she was determined. "No, no I saw it on the computer, there's got to be a way from here." But no matter how long she stared and shook her head she never found it. So I did the navigating from then on. When we got to the staion it was madness. I didn't really know where I was supposed to go. Mom was like, "How can you not know where you're supposed to go! Don't you see anyone from your class!? Your dad is going to have a heart attack ifyou get left behind and we still have to pay!" Finally I saw someone from my school. I pointed frantically and yelled, "HER! She's in my class! Follow her!" So we followed her and some other lost looking students from my grade and till we got there. Relief and satisfaction were in the air. I kissed my mom goodbye, and waited for and hour and a half before I got on that "Midnight Train to Georgia", I mean "7:20 train to the South of France".