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!

Oh god yes, talking of big pits we did potholing too.

Utter sadism. Forced underground in the pitch black? Wtaf

Lowestoft fish market.
Spent the day watching fish being gutted and slipping and sliding on fish guts. This was in year 4. Never eaten fish since!

Sewage treatment works.

I wish I was joking.

I really do.

Why, why, why, why would any school think this was a good idea?

Trip to London. Every single child came down with a vomitting and diarrohea bug. Shit and vomit everywhere. We had to sleep all the children on their mattresses in the hall as we couldn't keep up when they were in separate rooms! A child would be fine one minute and literally spew-vomitting the next! We all went home early ( and the trip back on the train was fun!)
It turned out that one of the children had been vomitting before we set off but parents had sent him as they wanted a few days without children!

dontfeellikeamillenial
I had the same week, we were based at a centre in Richmond. I remember the mud and never feeling warm.

Basildon.

Enough said.

Day trip to France. It was Bastille day so everything was shut.

We did a school trip to Boulogne in year 7 that was like a 24 hour endurance mission. Dropped off at school at 10.30pm, drove to Dover, pre tunnel days so went on the ferry around 5am. Had breakfast in a not very nice french cafe, went to the musuem... Or the town hall.... Somewhere with old paintings and a tour in french..... Wandered round the town and then were allowed to go in a shop full of cheap nick nacs, like French Poundland, where we spent all our money. Then got back on the coach, travelled all the way back and got picked up at school that night around midnight. It was something ridiculous like 19 hours travelling, 5 hours in France.

Secondary school Geography - a walk round the local council estate to look at the way it was designed and had a precinct or something . I seem to remember sketching out a maisonette...

On my german exchange. My exchange partner had a huge row with her huge meathead military boyfriend and abandoned me in a ‘Rockfabrik’ which was basically a shit disco with excessive rock music until they finally came back at 4am and then we went to a local bakery as they were making the bread as the sun came up.
She also used to tell the others that I didn’t want to meet up with them (and my English friends) in our free time so we could spend lots of time together

At primary school, about 1992/93, we were learning about our local area and all the different types of housing and businesses.
Was boring as hell, and we did this every Friday afternoon for a month. Walked miles in pouring rain.
The last week, as a treat, and as it wasn't pouring down (but still cold) we were allowed 10 minutes in the park before a 20 minute steep hill walk back to school.
My friend and I were sitting on a roundabout, not going fast. It was one of the metal ball ones with the rail round it you sat on with your legs dangling (think they're banned now). Two boys came along and made it go ridiculously fast, and being dispraxic, I lost my grip.
I flew backwards (apparently) and smashed my head on the metal swing behind.
Friend ran over to teacher who was (chatting up) talking to the classroom assistant and not watching any of us lot to tell him what happened.
He told me off! No care at all, no worry, just get up and stop messing around.
Still had to walk back, no mention to my mum.
I've had vertigo ever since and can't even push my DCs on a roundabout as it makes me feel sick.
Can you imagine if it happened now!

Not me but DD as one of the teachers taking pupils to Morocco. It was the worst week of her life. Everyone had food poisoning, some twice some (DD) three times. The guides were not handing over water unless they paid for it and they had to go into the desert for the toilet. Going through customs one of the girls and DD were taken aside and she was accused of trafficking children from Morocco. After they sorted out that mess one girl shat herself getting to the departure lounge as she still had the bug and all DD could get for her to wear was a pair of Kath Kidston sp pyjama bottoms. DD phoned her mum and said she really wasn’t well what did she think she should do with her, get her to hotel or get her home. Mum said to get her home anyway they could. She always says children should never ever go to Morocco.

The "alledged 3 days in Paris trip" while in school. Like fuck it was.

Bovington Tank Museum. Very dull for a 10 year old girl!

Careofcell44

We were in Richmond too. Must have been the same place! Did they have really good fruitcake?

A day trip to Rhyl out of season. We sat on the sea wall until we could eat our packed lunches, then stayed sitting on the sea wall until we could get back on the coach.

The Natural History Museum. Which I normally love but on this particular occasion there was a temporary installation which was quite dark and I fell off the side of the walkway and through the black curtains that edged it. I wasn’t a child though. I was a parent volunteer. Luckily my little group of five Year 4s helped drag me back through. I’ve been too traumatised to visit since.

Coach trip to Weston Super Mud. The tide was out so the sea was like it had never been there. It was pissing with rain and the sky was black. We weren't allowed to go and have a look around the shops as I guess they thought a coach load of schoolkids would be too difficult to control. We took shelter behind a concrete structure of some sort and we were there for hours. We all had 'spends' burning a hole in our pockets and the only thing available to us was a little caravan on the sand selling religious stuff. I bought a wall plaque that said, 'God Is Love'. I still have it. We were wet, cold and utterly dispirited and glad to get home.

I went to France in Y11 by coach. The coach broke down twice so we were very delayed.

Teachers let us drink (late 80's) and when I went to the toilet some seedy man followed me in. Luckily one of the boys in the group spotted this and rescued me.

We go stopped at customs coming home and the 50+
bottles of cheap Vino was stashed in every cubicle toilet.

Paris was fabulous though!

We went to a sewage works and had lunch sitting at the side.

Water works....

My first proper trip away was to a very well-known chain of a holiday camp in the late 1970s when health and safety hadn't really started for schools. We had some fun but I remember the food was horrible. We all got soaking wet several times and the accommodation was very damp.

I started feeling ill and when I got off the coach home I told my Mum I felt really bad. Her response was "you're still going to school tomorrow!".

My sister had spent the whole week planning a trick where she put disappearing ink all over my new nightie and I said it didn't matter. She was gutted that I didn't get angry!.

I think they both felt a bit guilty when I passed out at home and they found out I had pneumonia.

I was off school for weeks and apparently, the others were also dropping like flies with bronchitis, tonsillitis and various other infections.

English Literature did two trips not sure which one was worse

Titus Andronicus - will never enjoy shakespere again

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Wigan Pier - coach trip to see a scrappy piece of wood over a ditch

Went on an exchange trip to France, via coach, ferry, then three trains. The exchange itself was great, but we got stranded halfway back due to a coach drivers strike which meant we also missed our ferry home. Our poor French teacher had to find somewhere for 18 of us and her to stay for two nights in a strange city. The only place available in the small town we got stranded in was a homeless hostel, which housed a lot of drug addicts and people with MH issues who banged and yelled all night in the corridors. She had to pay for it on her credit card and be reimbursed by the insurance later. Then when we finally got going again, one girl got so drunk she passed out just before we got on the coach - this resulted in her suitcase getting left behind and destroyed by the bomb squad as a suspect package!

I thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience, but I'm willing to bet it was our teacher's worst trip ever Not sure what she was thinking taking us all on her own anyway, that wouldn't happen these days.

My first and only camping trip. Long walk through open fields on a STUPIDLY hot day, no shade anywhere and no rest breaks allowed. Teachers were supposed to be allocated a group that they stayed with, but they actually all joined up together with a group of kids who loved camping, leaving the rest of us to sort ourselves out. Three teenagers (random groups, not even allowed to choose friends) in a one man tent. And then the biggest thunderstorm the area had seen in years, overnight. I honestly didn't sleep a wink I was so scared and uncomfortable. I swore then I would never go camping again!