This is the Boston field trip (fairly self explanatory). What isn’t self explanatory? How many cameras should you take to walk around the city for 6hrs. Normal people don’t take multiple photo classes in the same semester! Although anyone who’s met me could have told you to expect nothing less than multiple cameras strung around my neck at the same time (with more lenses in my backpack).
SIDE RANT: I really should have known better that to have multiple cameras! Seriously!!!!! when Trey* said that he is going digital digital for the trip, I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED AND DONE THE SAME!!!!!
Any way, I was in the city and I was switching back and forth between digital and film. THIS WAS REALLY HARD!!!! for the following reasons; 1) the neck wraps were getting more tangled with each switch. 2) Everyone else was already getting strange looks for carrying one camera, but 3) genius here had one digital camera that was BIGGER than the other students cameras and one camera obsolete to everyone who is not enrolled in a film class. I The rest of my group was also being looked at strangely by the public but they only had one camera. When the people saw that I was doubled up, they shifted all of their judgement from the people in my group to me. Thanks people.
What happened post field trip tops any of the stories of any of my classmates experience in Boston. So post-Boston trip I was tired from walking ALL DAY and I really didn’t feel like walking home from the train station so decided to walk back to the school with my friend Beth who goes to film club after school on fridays. This club is supervised by Mr. Wilder. My parents had texted me but I very specifically left out the part about me not being home to get my brother Thomas off the bus. Mom did however go make sure that my other brother William would be home to get him.
Okay, this is the part were no one is really at fault but everyone added to the chaos. So because this was film club, as opposed to japan club or hw club, the entirety of the club’s participants demand that I silence my phone and stow it away. This would have been pretty ok if the club was only a half hour long (NOT 3 WHOLE HOURS!!!) or if my brothers had not persistently tried to text me and call me and rat me out to my parents that I was M.I.A. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. My parents had almost called the police trying to find me. I went home immediately after and tried to be on my best behavior in order to make up for my short coming. This kinda worked but this lead to the second part of this extravaganza.
Because I was trying to win some points back from my parents, I heeded the whims of my little brothers (the same brothers that contributed to my previous downfall). William, the brother that reported my M.I.A., decided that he wanted to go get ice cream with his friends. Thomas, the other small(est, er) brother, demanded that he would go with Will. If not for my first pit fall, I would have snapped this out and have made the lot of them stay in the house and be happy with their existence. But I didn’t. I went with the two of them to get ice cream.
Again, this would be totally okay if my brother was either 1) closer to my age (Willy is 12 and Tom is 9), 2) not gathering other twelve year olds, or 3) out till nine o’clock on a Friday night!!!!! One might argue that the sheer size of the group my brother had amassed was the problem, but in reality it was all of these things in one combination or another.
The part of all this that makes the whole story worth it though: one of the children that I had amassed was Sam wilder. (Those of you paying attention already know why this is awkward.) One of the houses that my collection of sixth graders demanded that we stop at belonged to sam. I didn’t register her last name when they demanded that I go up to the house with my wallet that flipped open like a police wallet to reveal my student I.D. and tell who ever came to the door “The Small Children’s Burro is looking for Sam Wilder. Please forfeit her to our custody immediately”. So I did this all willingly; I went up to the front door and knocked. To my luck though, Sam came to the other door with her dad MR. WILDER!!!!!! MIND YOU, THIS IS THE SAME MR. WILDER THAT I SPENT 3HRS WITH IN FILM CLUB EARLIER THE SAME DAY!!!!!!! I was all like ” ohhhhh…. hi Mr. Wilder…..”. He turned and registered my face and gave me a mildly concerned look when he realized that I was not a sixth grader like the rest of the group (except for Thomas. Thomas is a third grader). I am a sophomore This alone makes the story.
Amidst this chaos, I had been trying to keep in touch with my mother. Apparently though, iMessage is broken, because when my mom texted me that maybe we shouldn’t be out at NINE O’CLOCK, I texted her back that we were on her way. Infact I had been texting her updates of the group’s whereabouts the whole night! she received none of these texts. She was sooooooo mad at us when we got home and she was literally screaming at us “YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF CONTACT FOR SEVERAL HOURS!!!!! WHY DIDN’T YOU TEXT ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?” I forfeited my phone with my texts to her and she calmed down when she realized that I HAD texted her the whole night! But stupid iMessage refused to deliver the texts.
Soooo this is a good spot to end my
story RANT. The conclusion I have drawn is that my Boston field trip paled in comparison to the events that proceeded it. I hope you are happy that I could at least make my conclusion short. Im fighting every whim to make this paragraph the longest paragraph. Remember how this post was supposed to be about the Boston trip. Weeeeelllllllll too bad. I dragged the lot of you along for ~11 paragraphs. You’re welcome.
*trey is also crazy enough to be taking two photo classes. Trey happens to be in both of the photo classes that I am in. Both of these classes are taught by Mr. Gooder. You can find trey at https://treypowers.wordpress.com