It’s not often that the eighth grade gets a class trip to Las Vegas, especially when the senior class only got a trip to the zoo. So as you can imagine, we, the eighth graders made the most of what we were given, which was a day trip to the Adventure Dome, a theme park located in the great Circus Circus.
The car ride there, I must say was very interesting to say the least. I learned at least one thing that I’m almost certain many do not know, boys are worse with gossip then girls. I wasn’t sure whether to burst out laughing at the oddness of their conversation or feel bad for the poor fellah they were bad mouthing. In the end, no one addressed it, but most of us noticed.
Upon arriving at the theme park, everyone seemed to go their separate ways, though we all found each other for brief moments we parted again shortly after. On rides, we usually ended up going together, though it was only coincidental. A girl’s necklace broke on The Disko, and she stopped the line, until someone came to retrieve the half that was hiding below the ride. A good fifteen minutes later, we were all screaming and laughing in the air once more.
It was hilarious to watch middle-schoolers go on kiddy rides, like the bus one, they even fought over who got the driver’s seat. They may have enjoyed themselves more then any other student in the class that day, just by singing ‘The Wheels On The Bus‘. Them or the wilder group that kept going to laser tag, which I participated in once while there, it was awesome, everything was glowing a little from the black light. It was our friends against people who were vacationing in Las Vegas that we didn’t know. Our clumsiest team mate tripped someone on accident, she felt horrible about it, even after the opposite team got her so many times while she helped her victim off the ground. Unfortunately, we lost that round.
After the day was done, our chaperones got charactertures of themselves, and we booked it back to the school. It was dead quiet most of the ride home, everyone was pretty much beat. Not exactly used to a five a.m. wake-up call and midnight bedtime, or maybe just not in the same day. When we got back, we all slumped to our parent’s cars, thankfully, they were there, or we might’ve fallen asleep in the parking lot.
Dear Reader: This page may contain affiliate links which may earn a commission if you click through and make a purchase. Our independent journalism is not influenced by any advertiser or commercial initiative unless it is clearly marked as sponsored content. As travel products change, please be sure to reconfirm all details and stay up to date with current events to ensure a safe and successful trip.
