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It was going to be ok. I wasn’t going to lose my dinner from the night before. I tried to keep telling myself that as we started to take off. Having never been on a plane before, this wasn’t an experience I was going to remember fondly. Here’s a peace of advice for anyone about to fly: do NOT eat Chipotle burritos the night before. Your stomach will be grateful.
This was the start of my class trip to Key Largo, Florida. We went down to a marine lab in the Keys at the end of our eight grade year as a sort of good bye to everyone. The place where we were staying was right on the edge of the ocean, not far from the Bahamas. It was a small place, but very homey with a big meeting place at the bottom of two sets of stairs. The stairs led up to our dorm rooms.
The flight down was just the beginning of the torture for me. We had to take a swim test in the lagoon there, and I’m a horrible swimmer. Embarrassed doesn’t even cover the feeling I had after getting out of the water. Not to mention lunch. The food was putrid. I would have rather caught my own dinner out of the ocean and cooked it before I ate that vile substance they called food. Of course, the staff there didn’t like that idea too much.
While we were there, we went out snorkeling. We went in the sea grass and the coral reefs. I saw some of the most amazing sites, and the most beautiful scenery. There were fish everywhere! We were all divided up onto different boats, but my boat captain’s name was Nick. We called him Chubs, since a school of fished called chubs attacked him. The funny part is, these fish are as long as your finger. Poor Chubs. My two best friends at the time and I were on this boat with a few others.
We stayed here for five days. We went snorkeling, ate nasty food, and took classes on the different kinds of grass and fish. Of course there was always the plus of meeting new people. Some of those people just happened to be cute boys.
This trip meant a lot to me in the end. We had girls and boys dorms, so of course there was sneaking around and staying up late. Playing pranks and playing little kid games. This was like the transition we all needed, the last trip of our childhood. This was the last good time I had with all these people before we walked into high school. I don’t see most of them anymore, so it’s nice to have these last good memories with them.
The flight home wasn’t much better for me. Actually, it was worse. I really did get sick. But when we got to the airport and saw all our families waiting, it was the saddest moment of my life. Having to say good bye to our teachers, our friends, and what seemed to be the end of our childhood. Hugs, handshakes, and tears were all around. Everyone learned that sometimes it’s hard to say goodbye. But I learned even though you’re saying good bye, you’ll always have your memories. Memories made in Key Largo, Florida with some of my best friends will always be with me, and something even high school can’t take away from me.