Taking My Life Into My Hands: or Why Did I Say Yes

Oooh I think I am going to blame this one on low blood sugar. I agreed to go on a field trip.

I have tried to avoid going on them ever since I had to accompany 100 or so 6th graders on an overnight outdoor ed field trip involving spiders, a boat trip, and a kid with a rash he caught from his dog. (yeah I don't even want to know).

I liken field trips to parole day at the local prison. The children run completely amok, teachers lose their backbones, and I feel like I am taking crazy pills (thank you Mugatu). I know they are supposed to be fun but all I can worry about it losing a child, a child injuring himself, or stealing something and having the school banned for eternity.

This one should not be that bad. They are self contained, there are plenty of chaperons, and it doesn't involve food service. I don't think you have experienced terror until you take 150 7th graders to a buffet. The organizers had to be on crack, I also blame that agreement on low blood sugar.