Throw Your Cameras In The Air, And Wave 'em Like You Just Don't Care

This actually has nothing to do with the book or movie The Tale of Desperaux, but I remembered it meant dissapointment, which is what I'm feeling right now.

If you go back just ONE journal entry, you'll see my immense excitement at the field trip I was going on. I was gonna be gone for the whole entire day, go hang out with ALL THREE of my best friends--one who doesn't go to school with me!--, and just generally have a blast going to a college for a day.

Um, can anyone say, NOT?

There were four problems, put in chronological order.

1) It was WAY icy outside, and almost too dangerous to drive on. Nonetheless, and true to their stubborn word, the bus made it to AMS and started its way toward the other school (where me and one of my best friends were waiting).

2) As the bus was driving out of the parking lot, the radiator broke. Everyone had to be evacuated off the bus and put onto another one. With a fifteen-minute delay, the bus started again for the other school, making it this time.

3)The two of us got on board. The counculer for the school was supposed to be going, but he didn't. We were one shaperone short.

AND

4) When we got about 45 minutes in to the 3-hour long drive, our bus driver started to have an alergic reaction, and her tounge swelled up, and she had to be taken to the ER. We couldn't get another bus driver, so our trip is "postponed", but we all think it's going to be cancelled. My teacher and I don't think there's any way we could be shoved into their scheduling before June, but hey! I hope they do!

ANYWAY, so after all the huge dissapointment, my mom still made me go to school for a half a day, where I had to go to my least-favorite classes, math and P.E. I didn't even have choir that morning to balance it out! I just had a huge whopping plate of dissapointment.

Oh well. Life sucks, and then you die, I guess.....