Wish us luck
Tomorrow, we're taking 80 5th graders on a 2-hour bus ride to Busch Gardens.
I think they're almost more excited about riding the "fancy" charter buses.
I'm in charge of the Wild and Wet group, which isn't as dirty as it sounds. It just means that this group is focusing it's time on the wildest, most extreme rides (like The Sheikra or something. The kids keep talking about it. I really need to look it up, since I already promised them I'd go on it) and the water rides.
One of the kids was babbling this morning as I walked in the door about how a live jaguar escaped from one of the rides/attractions a few days ago....blah blah blah. It was 7:30 am so I wasn't really listening. Perhaps it would behoove me to research that, as well.
The kids are just shocked and amazed that Miss K. is going on all of "their" rides and not standing there and watching like other chaperones. It's yet another reminder that they see me as 50 while I see myself more as 23. (I offered them this challenge: I have NEVER found a ride/roller coaster that I won't go on, and it won't happen tomorrow, either.)