What a day, everyone. I guess all of your finger crossing wasn't enough because today was a nightmare come true. You all know how I like a comfy couch or seat to eat on, and a nice cool area, well, being at my field trip today was not meeting any of those expectations. Bees, mosquitoes, and wasps were chasing my perfect panino to get some, at least 84000 mosquitoes had bitten me and now I have red bumps all over my body from the constant itching.
Having to use the washroom, I decided to go to the only place I knew of, no, not the portapotty (that would be a disgrace to my family) but an out house. How gross it was! I walk in, to smell the most vile smell ever to be smelled in all of smelling history in the history of smell hall of smells, and literally gag. Then I look at the toilet, and no, it didn't flush, it was just a hole with pee and poo at the bottom laying still. Then I look for the sink to wash my hands, and maybe a towel, and nothing was to be seen. I rushed out and ran to the main building and washed my hands for long until I was supposed to come back.
I arrived back at my little hut which my team had built out of logs, and I sat inside, and realized something felt gooey underneath me, and I look and feel, and a slug had just been sat on... BY ME! I had to leave, but the day just started. And I hadn't eaten a thing.
Then I am told our hut that we built got the mark of B, and for me, it is one of the worst marks I could get. I went insane. I was sweating, smelly and thirsty, and my little fashionable watter bottle didn't save the rescue this time with it's beauty, it tragically failed. It failed miserably.
At that point I was praying to G-d just to let me be alive, and not to faint from the heat. I suddenly fell and just lay down not wanting to get up, and once again, I fell on a slug. I quickly got up, brushed my self off, and ran over to more logs to take to our hut to build with. I feel something slimy where my hands is. I look, and guess what it was? A slug... No kidding, eh? I was willing to die right then and there, I looked at the slug and glared at it and threw the log as far as I could.
We were very proud of our little hut that we just finished building with 300 logs. We were admiring it while taking a rest on a rock while our instructor comes along and shouts happily (as if he enjoyed watching us suffer), "TIME TO TAKE IT ALL DOWN!" He must have been kidding me, but he was serious and quite happy to see us throwing piece after piece on the ground.
Exhausted, tired, and dehydrated we stood there, and we had finally taken down every single log. I looked at the instructor, and a wave of joy came across his face as he ran over to us and yelled while trying to keep a straight face, " You must spread them out so no one will know you have built your hut here!" And I looked at him with hatred and flames in my eyes. I pictured his head being squeezed by my fingers as if it was a grape. I moaned. We moved and moved, our muscles burning, our bodies drenched with sweat, and we had finally finished. A sigh of relief swept across our whole group. We were called over to him and he said: "Alright, as I promised we made tea with a little bit of honey, but you can't have it now, you don't have time." We were too thirsty and tired to care anymore about this stupid game so we remained silent, and when we reached school, we didn't even get it.
So that was my day, and my worst nightmare come true.
Thanks for reading.
-Immortal Beloved <3
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