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!

We went to a coal mining museum where a very earnest Arthur Scargill lookalike stood up and gave us a talk about picket lines and scabs and how evil Thatcher was, before showing us a reconstruction of a pit disaster where the tunnel collapsed and killed all the miners. We were about 6.

Hampton court palace as a year 8. Three quarters of the year went to Tower of London (where I wanted to go) the other quarter got sent to the palace. Mostly the very good and the very bad (in my humble opinion!) The 4 very naughty girls spent the day robbing the place (mostly the gift shop) like £100’s worth of stuff that they pulled out on coach on way home. I was (and still am) a goody two shoes and grassed them all up at school the next day. Turns out the shop had CCTV too and the girls had to write apologies, we’re suspended for 3 days and parents had to foot the bill. They never found out it was me.
Sorry. Not sorry.

I think I got lucky apart from whenever a bike ride was involved. This was in the 80's when it was assumed that providing you weren't actually visibly disabled any child could ride a bike. I'm not disabled but my coordination isn't great and didn't learn to ride until an adult.
It's as if adults then thought that passing a bike to a kid was like a magic spell and the kid would ride a bike. As if I was going to be falling off and flailing around in front of my peers. So I had to drag the damn thing that only slowed me down - if I was walking without it I would have still kept up.

Geography. University.

Guess who picked the modules with no sunny field trips? That'd be me.

Sediment coring on the mudflats in Teeside by the ICI works. In the pissing rain in November. So glamorous.

As a parent volunteer on a Y2 trip to Hastings. Kids were allowed on beach but not in sea, which was like telling them they could look at sweet shop but not buy.

Eventually teacher relented and organised a game running into the sea. One kid fell over and got soaked- my DD.

One of most exhausting days ever!

Geography field trip to Harlow New Town. We had to interview people in the run down centre about what services they would like. Brothels, apparently.

Not a school trip but the scouts (most of the others were in my class so it might as well have been a school trip). We went to Wales, I was about eight.

Firstly, I lost my bag with my pocket money in it on the ferry over. The place we were staying in was absolutely freezing and the food was inedible. I lived on tea and toast for five days. They woke us up at the crack of dawn to go to mass and had us eating a packed lunch in a lighthouse tower where the ground was littered with dead insects. One night they made us walk through a graveyard full of mice jumping out at us whenever we shone a torch at the ground.

The worst part though was that I got left behind one night on a dock and they didn't realise. (Only just turned) eight years old, on a dock in the middle of the night with nothing but a torch, no idea where we were staying, before mobile phones were a thing. I'm not actually sure how I made my way back, I think I just wandered around until I saw something I recognised.

I wish I could say that was the only time that happened, but they managed to leave without me twice more before I dropped the scouts.

Not me but my friend is a teacher and she is back in my home town and their school does yearly London trip. They got stuck on the Piccadilly line in a tunnel for hours going to Lego land because of the 7/7 bombings. terrified adults/children/parents worst trip ever!! Of course they are aware they are so lucky they were travelling away from the main bomb.

DSHathaway honking, waggling peacock It just really liked you!

As a teacher in the late seventies two colleagues and I were taking a party of 40 year 11s (5th form then) to a Shakespeare play. When it was time for the buses to leave the Male colleague hadn’t turned up so we went without him. In the interval the pupils were allowed to the toilet and we went into the foyer with them to count them in and back to their seats.
There was no one to go into the Gents but all the boys got safely back to their seats. It later transpired that they had organised a chain out of the toilet window and into the off licence where they were buying cheap booze and sharing it in the dark in the theatre.
We arrived back with a bus load of drunk 15/16 year olds to hand to their parents. We were so lucky that we were not in trouble, unlike the boys.

Broke my wrist (think full on snap) on a year 6 adventure holiday with school. Stayed the full 5 days in pain not able to do anything and my best friend fell out with me as I couldn't be her partner for abseiling because my flipping wrist was broken.

Another geography uni trip. To a tip. In the snow. Wirh the worst lecturer ever (speeches like 'cultural landscapes are landscapes of culture') We watched rubbish being mashed up and froze our tits off. No landscapes. No culture. It stank.

@MissMarplesKnitting I did that one too! Wasn't an 'oxbridge rejects uni' was it by any chance?

Ours got abandoned as was just too rainy to collect any samples

School trip to Bracknell.

I’ve nothing against Bracknell, infact I lived there for a few years - but really, why go there in a school trip. We just drove round, stopping at each housing estate. It was SO boring.

County show.
Cows, tractors, well groomed sheep. Highlight of the trip was a vanilla ice cream.

A chair museum that consisted of a single room about how to make Windsor chairs. It was dire and we went 4 times during my time at middle school (presumably because it was walking distance from the school).

The sewage and water plants. We were doing a topic on water so that was our school trip that year...

I must have been the most positive child ever as I loved our trip to the local sewage works (including the 'journey of a poo' video),

Posted too soon!

And I loved the trip to Sizewell power station. I went on two residential trips and voluntarily got up at 6am to do long walks with the headteacher and loved all the castles and war museums.

To be fair I still love a museum and volunteer as a parent helper on lots of my DCs' trips.

In year 7 we went in small groups to various nearby roads in our small town and counted cars driving past. In hi-viz jackets. In winter. It was shit.

@GraceMarks - That mines trip sounds tragically brilliant- was the man-who-would-be-king-Arthur any good?

Alas I didn't like the peacock and his many friends who really wanted their pictures taken. It was a few days trip as I wouldn't have gone if that was the only thing on the itinerary. We just thought there would be more options for me to avoid the birds and that I would be taken seriously! I think the teacher was expecting standard teen-drama-queen behaviour, not an actual paralysed with fear, hyperventilating at the mere sound of them, irrational but very severe phobia. She then had to frisk the coach because someone smuggled a dropped feather on board to taunt me with.

It was a long time ago ( mid eighties). We went on a day trip to Boulogne, France. On the way home the coach broke down , we spent the night in a truck drivers café until another coach could be sent . There was hard core porn being played on the TV and we were trying to avert our eyes! Eventually got home around 6am after no sleep all night.

A visit to a vineyard. It could've been an interesting albeit dreary day out for a wine connoisseur/adult but the whole thing was boring and without the payoff of sampling the goods at the end, being 12 years old!

The trip itself was fine, but one bit stands out. As we drove through the red light district in Paris, Sr Dominica pulled the curtains on the bus and started saying the rosary!

It was a sport/fitness related two week camp - no one, and I mean NO ONE mentioned the amount of running expected prior to going. I don't think the word "running" was even mentioned. But oh my legs, my poor poor poor legs. I had to fake an illness at one point just for a break. I did come home with quite toned legs so that was about the only bonus

Then there was the week long sailing trip where everyone puked multiple times. I lost a about half a stone so was quite please about that.