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A school trip, written years ago by middle child

The other day, while my husband was cleaning up the kids rooms, he came across an essay written by middle child, when she was in high school. We used to save all of the kids stuff when they were in grade school, but it just became overwhelming. Thus when they entered high school, we would read whatever they gave us, but most of the time, it was tossed in the recycling bin. So I always find it fascinating to find something written/drawn years ago. With her permission, I am reprinting it here, because I loved reading her perspective of a school trip.

Ragged Lake

On Friday, September 26th, my outdoor education class went on a camping trip to Algonquin Provincial Park. I had woken up at 5:30 a.m. to eat my breakfast and left at 6:00 a.m. I got out of my mother’s car after saying my goodbyes and slowly walked to the freezing and tired looking group of teenagers. We waited and waited for Mr. B. and the yellow bus to start us on our great adventure to the bush. A couple of minutes later the mustard yellow school bus drove into the parking lot, we loaded our gear and headed for the seats. We were finally on the road, life is a highway played in the background as we sat and watched the cars beside us drive past. Mr. B. called out everyone’s names, making sure we were actually on the bus.

The bus ride was long and dreadful but I held on, I could hear the laughter and cheers of the other girls and boys clapping, singing and dancing to their favourite songs. I just wanted to close my eyes and drift away in total silence. An hour into the trip we were all awakened by Mr. B. saying “it’s time” and then he handed out papers to us. “We are playing wink murder; wink at the person on your sheet but let no one see you do it.” Luckily for me, the person I had to kill was sitting right next to me. I turned my face and said Stuart, he looked straight at me and I opened and closed my left eye “ON NO” he yelled, you’re a liar. I showed him my sheet and just like looking at me he was dead, in 30 seconds I had killed the first person on my list.

We were about five minutes to our lunch stop when all of a sudden we heard a big bang! The noise was dreadful, big thumps and bangs rattled the school bus. We thought we had killed an animal, some said it sound like a deer, snake or giant octopus. In the end we agreed that the giant octopus popped our tire. We pulled into McDonald’s with our popped tire and waited two long excruciating hours. I walked into the McDonald’s and ordered a giant Oreo Mcflurry, it was so tasty it just ate all my feelings away. I ate and ate, every 15 minutes because when you’re stuck at McDonald’s for two hours all you do is make ‘sugar mountains’ and eat. The mustard cheese bus was finally ready and we still had two hours left to travel. I slept most of the way so I cannot tell you what occurred in those 120 minutes.

When we arrived at Smoke Lake we loaded our canoes and headed off in the deep freezing cold water. We paddled and paddled until I wanted to kill everyone around me. When we came to our first portage I decided to impress all of the guys by carrying the canoe uphill through the woods. I did this for the next four portages; I paddled and carried, paddled and carried like every other student. We got to our campsite, set up a tent, and had some nasty chicken dogs and Pop Tarts then fell asleep.

The next morning we decided to eat Pop Tarts, pre-cooked bacon and eggs. They were the crappiest tasting eggs I have ever eaten. For the rest of the day, we paddled and portaged, paddled and portaged, through forests, through rocks and marshes and finally paddled some more. I believe by this time my canoe was last, I pretty much didn’t care because my arms hurt and nothing would get me to go any faster.

We pitched our tents all in a row then headed to the camp fire. We played games until our stomachs ached from laughing and we played hide and seek until you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. I was exhausted and freezing but what was even more hilarious was when the rain came down splashing in our tent, “a hole! Our tent is leaking” I screamed at the top of my lungs, we decided that we’d have to switch tents. I ended up moving into a one-person tent that I would have to share with three other people, we were squashed but we were warm. In the middle of the night our tent ripped, soaking our sleeping bags and making me almost catch pneumonia. I knocked on our teacher’s tent and asked if I could bunk with them, they agreed and I fell asleep in wet clothes. The next morning the other girls and I couldn’t feel our feet and hands because we were so cold from last night’s rain and then realized we had to paddle home. We were super tired and paddling with numb hands sucks.

We were almost at our goal; home was so close yet so far. I could see the dock from afar, and dreamed of the long warm bus ride ahead. When we finally arrived at the docks, the group and I carried our equipment to the bus. The bus was warm as anticipated, our adventure was almost over; we were almost home. We sang and danced to our favourite songs during the bus ride. I slept and dreamed. I dreamed about how it doesn’t matter what sex, race or who you hang out with, it (the trip) can bring any group of people together. I learned so much more about myself, and how to overcome my fears, I hold this experience close to my heart and wish that this opportunity comes again. 

By middle child 

Note: For the camping trip, students are divided into groups and are responsible for putting together the gear they need plus the food they will eat, thus the nasty eggs, pop tarts, and pre-cooked bacon.

Note 2: For years we have been taking our children into the backcountry of Algonquin because of the beauty and my love of canoeing. They have learned to canoe for hours, portage when they were exhausted from canoeing in the hot sun or the downpour of rain. They have seen amazing wildlife, everything from extremely large snapping turtles, to red-tailed deer and moose.

A family portrait June 16 2005 taken at Ragged Lake

A family portrait June 16 2005 taken at Ragged Lake

It’s that time of year again – OSAP

It is that time of year again when middle & low income students complete the Ontario Student Assistance Program (OSAP) application, so they can hopefully have some sort of money to go to college/university in the fall. It is a good program, in that it does allow for students who otherwise would not be able to attend higher education because of their financial situation. Now, I would venture to say there are quite a few middle-income parents who cannot afford to send their kids to college/university because of the cost. My youngest will be attending university in the fall (yep, that makes three of my kids in higher education), so I thought I would do the cost estimator on the university’s web site. Naturally there are the tuition fees – $6622.40 (nice how they put the cents in there), books & supplies – $1215.00, personal expenses – $1000.00 (I have no idea what that covers), residence – $4820.00 (for those attending school away from their hometown, not him), a meal plan – $3135.00 (again for those living in residence, Dad will make the teenage boy’s lunch), transportation costs – $639.00 (he will have to take two buses), and entertainment – $1000.00 (well, he can watch television at home). I am not going to add them all up, because it is far too depressing.