your memories of school trips...

[hatwoman]

I saw a bunch of uniformed girls going into Hampton Court Palace this morning and it made me think about school trips. For me they were really enjoyable - but not remotely for the reasons they were meant to be - they were enjoyable because of the freedom, the ability to talk all day, to hang around with whoever you wanted, to sneak off and have a fag, to eye up museum staff or stately home gardeners. Now I'm grown up I assume that the idea behind taking these girls to Hampton Court is to enthuse them about history, art, architecture, even gardening. and I am guilty of the same with dds - of trying to enthuse. Did it work for you? Did school trips enthuse? Or were they just an opportunity to muck about? Or, worse, were they boring? and what was the naughtiest thing you did on a school trip?

[Tortington]

boring. memories of smelly packed lunches and sticky fingers. memories of rain and cagools
or really hot and carrying around a coat all day.

or going to a theme park and having the bully girls push past you in the que you jsut waited an hour in - just cos they could. i hope they rot in hell

[JackieNoHeadJustABloodyStump]

I do remember on a school trip to France, someone bought a tin of snails, and we ate them cold out of the tin [eeuuuw, cold garlic butter and snails emoticon]. Not naughty, just yeuch!

[geekgrrl]

I always hated school trips when I was younger - wet, boring, spent with people I didn't like. Particularly loathed residential ones - I used to get really homesick and people kept being noisy throughout the night so got no sleep, food was usually grim.

Enjoyed them much more in the 6th form, particularly the residential trips - we had fab ones to Paris and Amsterdam with lots of drinking (& smoking & visiting sex shops in the case of the Amsterdam trip) and making out with the boys..

[hatwoman]

A friend of mine, in the 6th form, was going by coach to the British Museum. His teacher was a prize a-hole and a real stickler for rules and time-keeping. My friend pulled into the school car-park in his old banger at exactly the time the coach was meant to be leaving, but instead of waiting one measly minute, the teacher told the coach-driver to go. So my friend followed in his car with all his mates laughing and waving at him on the motorway. He was very satisfied to beat the coach there so when the teacher walked up to the entrance of the museum my friend was there waiting for him. How satisfying.

[southeastastra]

on a school train trip we all did a 'bundle' each time we went through a dark tunnel. very entertaining

[AnAngelWithin]

smelly egg sandwhiches in my packed lunch!

[mumatuks]

I remember bring 9 and going away on the PGL adventure trip.
My mum couldn't be there to see me off, so my friends mum said to me
"Give me a kiss and a cuddle then and I'll pass it on to your mum for you."
I honestly believed that she would pass it on.... oh that beautiful childhood innocence!
I can't remember many in particular but what astounds me is how it took 3 hours to get somewhere that would now take you 30 mins IYSWIM!!

[sandyballs]

I went to Holland with my school when I was 11 and I remember the coach dropping us off in Amsterdam and we were put into groups of 3 (no teacher) and told we could explore Amsterdam but we must stick together and return to the coach at a certain time . It didn't seem shocking at the time but looking back it seems crazy. Well I managed to lose the two girls I was with and continued to stroll around Amsterdam alone. I bumped into another group and they told me they had seen a teacher and the time to return to the coach had altered, it was now an hour later, so I carried on exploring and returned to the coach an hour later to be met by a furious teacher. The group I met had obviously been winding me up. I had to stand at the front of the coach and apologise to everyone for keeping them waiting and then I crept back to my seat and cried my eyes out .

[kid]

When I was in Year 5 (then it was called 3rd year primary) we went to Devon for a week. It was brilliant, we had so much fun even though we did have to work on the farm everyday and go to the school room in the afternoons.
I even learned how to speak backslang while there. Me and my sisters torment the life out of others when we speak to eachother using it

[suzanneme]

Mostly they were terribly dull (and a special mention to Osbourne House on the Isle of Wight here for turning me off history for life) but with occasional flashes of hilarity on the coach, e.g with the traditional 'Help, we're being kidnapped!' signs in the window that we had helpfully made to alarm passing motorists.

[beckybraAAARGHstraps]

"Oh you'll never get to heaven (repeat)
With Mr Paul (repeat)
'cos Mr Paul (repeat)
ain't goin' at all"

Singing led by the headmaster - Mr Paul.

Repeat with Mrs Layzell, goin' to Hell.



Community singing. Can't beat it.

[beckybraAAARGHstraps]

Should add - Catholic School

[intergalacticwerewolf]

I rememebr a trip to Warwick Castle, where me and my mate followed a group of French boys around. I found some pics of them the other day, and they were rank.

Also having orange juice flavour sandwiches, when my drink inevitably spilt all over them on my bag

Being excited because you could wear non uiniform. Twas like a fshion show in our school, and everyone used to dress unsuitably (I remeber one girl wearing a mini skirt and heels when we went to a really boggy farm. Served her right, she was a bint)

[northerner]

Ooh yes becky the singing on the coach on teh way there:

Charlie had a pigeon, a pigeon a pigeon
Cahrlie had a pigeon a pigeon he had
It flew in the morning, it flew in the night
and when it cam back it was covered in SHITE

[chestnutty]

3 day history trip to Wales was good.
We stayed in an old youth hostel and had a sceance in the pool room - we thought it would work -LOL!
They grew raspberries at the hostel. So breakfast included toast with raspberry jam. One of the snadwichs at lunch was raspbeey jam as well and for pudding at dinner, it was raspberry sponge.

[wrigglebumsmum]

we went to the film and photography museum in bradford and then onto the ice arena,where my horrible p.e teacher had her foot run over by an ice skater!

our trip ended early as she had to be rushed to the hospital.