In the summer that has just past, I went sailing with my friends. It was part of the British curriculum, stating that every student had to thoroughly learn an outdoor sport before they graduate from year 9. So our school decided on sailing.
2 weeks before school ended, we went to the Bordeaux and stayed there for a week and learned sailing. Everyone expected the weather to be really hot. But in actual fact, it was freezing. Plus, the morning we were leaving, the train had mysteriously 'gone off grid' so we had to wait at the Brussels Gare du Midi for about 2 to 3 hours. By then the teachers were thinking about cancelling the trip. Eventually, we all got so sick of waiting, that we just took whatever train going to France arrived in the station next. Eventually, we landed in the station right outside Paris Disneyland. From there, we stayed for 2 hours, and everyone got a free first-class seats, as an apology from the Eurostar company. Then there was another hour on the bus to the camp. When we finally got to Bordeaux, it was already midnight. Everyone was freezing from the cold, and had no appetite. Plus, the food there sucked. And in our tent, there are about a million little bugs crawling around. Some girl even found a beetle under her bed.
I guess by then, everyone had gotten sick of the trip. They were all annoyed about the travel (though most were quite excited about getting free first-class tickets). But all through the journey, everyone thought that maybe this whole set-down would make the sailing more fun. That night no one could sleep because of the bugs and the excitement of sailing. Every single girl buried themselves in their sleeping bags, save their face, to avoid being attacked by bugs. From my point of view, I was tired and annoyed and wanted to go home. I considered phoning my mom and telling her to get a train back to Brussels. But then I though, heck, go with it. It's only a week.
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