To ask what the worst school trip was that you ever went on?

[MrsKiplin]

Mine was a trip to Belgium. I had a sickness bug the whole time and missed everything!

A residential trip to rural Shropshire in February . Freezing cold and wet.
The accommodation was a converted barn which was freezing cold. Our shoes and boots got wet during the daytime activities and the rooms weren't warm enough to dry clothes or shoes overnight so had to wear damp cold clothes and shoes the next day .
Food was rubbish too. Cheap cereal with UHT milk and tinned macaroni cheese for dinner with boiled veg.
Orienteering in cold wet windy conditions is not fun at all . Plus pot holing and muddy obstacle courses.
It was so cold they had to cancel the canooing activity because the lake had frozen.

Day trip to Boulogne. We got to Dover and teacher organising trip realised she had forgotten the ferry ticket.

A donkey safari where you rode them through the countryside. We were about 8. I am allergic to animals so just sat in the cafe waiting for my class to get back but I got off lightly because the donkeys had a bit of a stampede, three kids fell off and really injured themselves, the rest were crying with fear. It was total mayhem!

I went on a school trip in the infants, in the nineties - I threw a tantrum all the way round because my mum came as a parent helper, and I wasn’t in her group and my twin was. She also had my two little siblings in the double buggy so I was feeling stroppy and left out. I was so distraught I did that small child thing where I cried until I was sick, and puked in the hood of a boy called connors pac-a-mac 😂😂😂😂

Primary school: walk around the local housing estate as they were building new houses and it fitted with our topic that term. Trying to feign interest in brick patterns and cavity walls wasn’t easy.

Senior school: trip to dry ski slope. Twenty five children, only two could actually ski. Two who could ski were taken to the bigger slopes by the teacher running the trip (also a decent skier) and the rest of us abandoned on the nursery slope with two overworked ski place staff. I spent the entire day sat at the base of the nursery slope as there wasn’t any way of actually getting on that day. Worst adventure day choice ever. I went to American Adventure the year after, a solid choice!:o

CarolAnne Duffy writes such amazing poetry and somehow makes them dull when she reads them aloud 😳
Oh god, I remember that too...was excited to see her and it was just painful! I do know someone who knows her well though and whilst she takes a while to warm up apparently she's great fun!

French exchange in the 6th form. The girl was quirky to say the least... their family lived in a semi derelict house, had no bathroom, and none of my friends were in the same town. I got food poisoning and she was insistent on hitching lifts everywhere with lorry drivers. I came home on the 6th day - her family dropped me at the ferry terminal at 2pm for a midnight ferry, it was the week after the Zeebrugge disaster. I was 16, and terrified.

RE trip to a Christian theme park. We went twice - in year 8 and year 10, no idea why. We learned precisely nothing, ruthlessly mocked every single scene and exhibit and generally acted like little shits because we were bored out of our skulls. Bad planning, school.

@yousignup - not Geordie no, love Newcastle tho!

Originally from west central Scotland and had a fateful trip up aviemore that involved no snow, a rubbish dry ski slope, a hell of a lot of vodka and an incident of the PE teacher shacking up with a pupil (not me). God I loved that school! I may have also pretended to be a student teacher on latter trips to European destinations to procure alcohol.

It so would not happen nowadays!

A residential trip to a place called Marrick Priory when we were about 11. We were sent to bed and then woken up at about 11pm and taken on a walk in our nightwear up Coffin Way - the route that villagers took for a funeral between the village and the Priory.

And then the teachers found it really fucking funny to jump out on us at random points on the walk in the pitch black whilst we were still half asleep. Cue lots of kids crying and not being able to sleep. Twats.

I'm 51 but I'd still fucking give those teachers a punch in the face for doing that. How anybody thought that was an appropriate thing to do I have no idea.

Mansfield.

The tram museum. Will never forgive that teacher. A whole day I'll never get back.

Mine was a trip to a castle when I was in primary school. At least we were told it was going to be a castle before we went, so we were expecting... well... a castle. You know, with a drawbridge and a dungeon and turrets and battlements and a moat and flags and everything.

Turned out to be a big green grassy mound with a dried up ditch round it. Apparently it was where a castle used to be. What a let-down

For us pupils a trip to the jewish museum. Would really interest me now. But it was essentially just a synagogue with nothing out the ordinary to see with some poor guy talking at us all day. All day for 12 year olds was pretty hard going. 20 years later school friends and I still joke about things being as bad as the jewish museum when talking about tourist attractions.

The next day we went on a trip to a church where there was a group of american tourists following us around as they thought we where cute in our uniform and taking photos of us with out asking resulting in teacher getting in arguement with them.

This is totally outing but we went to a slate mine in wales. Quarter way up a hill. Bus dropped us at bottom and we where to walk up the hill. Well we walked all the way to the top. Que teacher having a massive asthma attack and having to phone an air ambulance for her. Rest of us walked down hill to walk past the mine hidden away. So we decided to go in anyways. 2nd teacher slipped in the mine and threw her back out. Leaving just the parent helpers to watch after the kids. Who then managed to let the bus go leaving people behind hahah. Funny enough they never did a trip to glen cerriogg again. 😂 of course being 8 it was great fun and excitement but looking back as an adult realise what a disaster it really was.

The worst was the one I didn’t even get to go on In infants a local pub opened a new soft play and invited children from the school to ty it out, except there’s wasn’t enough space for everyone. I was one of the unlucky 15 (out of about 60) who didn’t get to go, and just got chucked in the playground for the afternoon instead.

We also went to the sewage works

God some of these sound horrendous!

School trip to Rouen in yr8. We visited the gardens of a chateau that famously has peacocks (students the previous year had told us) & I famously have a peacock phobia. The teacher politely nodded through and ignored my mum warning her that I should really stay at the ticket stand with a good book... until she had to chase off a honking, waggling peacock and drag me illegally over the "not for walking" lawn, chased by a Rene lookalike with a whistle. The slats then fell out of my bed and I got mugged outside a shopping centre.

Runners up include a badly supervised school trip to Seville with no one I liked and was left to wander alone at all hrs of the night, and a geography trip doing a local walk- in pissing rain that disintegrated all our worksheets as we wrote on them.

At our school, all year 10s were sent for a month to a rural logging camp (Australia). Daily runs through a cornfield, had to chop wood for hot water, slave labour to update the camp. Fucking dire

Lake District in a Youth Hostel aged 11. I couldn't sleep the first night (homesick) and the teacher shouted at me the next morning for 'tossing and turning' too much.
Same teacher was nasty to me the whole way through High School after that.

We went down a mine for one school trip. That was ok for five minutes.

Spain when I was 15, staying with a Spanish family. It was in the 90s so was seen as normal to drink I think. Got absolutely hammered drinking in a club with staff and ended up collapsing. Apparently I was taken to hospital where they stripped me to my knickers and I ran off around the hospital in my pants.

Woke up in a teacher's bed ( not suspicious- she hadn't wanted me to choke on my own vomit) and have NEVER drunk whiskey or brandy since.

Luckily my Mum forgot which day I was travelling home so no one came to meet me when we got back, and the teachers had calmed down by the time they next saw her so I didn't get in that much trouble.

D of E camp aged 15. The girl I shared a tent with was bullied horribly so the teachers rang her parents to bring her home. I was her friend but I wasn't in the firing line of the bully so although I was sad she was going I was looking forward to the rest of the camp. I love anything outdoors. Her dad turned up and to my horror my mother was in the car to take me home with her! To put it into context there was another girl in the tent who was a friend so I assumed we would remain as a pair.
I did stick up for my friend and explain the other (bully) girl had made it all up but she was adamant she wanted to go home.
So I was whisked off into the night completely against my will.

A week in North Yorkshire. Lots of orienteering, wandering around in the mist and wearing damp boots.

Fuck me it was grim.

A 2 or 3 night (can't remember exactly as at the time it felt like weeks) school trip away to the Malverns. I was sick the whole time but not in a stomach bug way. Everyone put it down to nerves and travel sickness. Taken to the doctor when I got back and I had whooping cough! So that was fun!

I was 12, we visited 'big Pit' which was an old mine in wales somewhere.

The teacher MADE me go down the mine. Wouldn't take no for an answer and called me pathetic for crying.

I'm 24 now and I am still scared of small confined spaces and rats.

The tram museum

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I raise you Helmshore textile museum