Class Field Trip

“Stop running around the pool!” She blew a faint whistle to call attention to the frantic children splashing in the water daring Jason to cannon ball.

“If I have to tell you one more time, I’m sitting you in the bleachers,” she struggled to vocalize above the high-pitched squeals.

“Mrs. Halton, can I come out of time-out now?”

She nodded, and Ronnie sprinted toward where Jason was preparing to jump.


But his heel had already slipped, his head slammed against the tile. Jason’s knees buckled as Ronnie crashed into him, and they both tumbled into the clear blue water.


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Spanish Field Trip

“¡Bienvenidos a Barthelona!” Shannon shouted as she climbed onto the airport shuttle bus.

“I thought it was pronounced Barcelona,” Mike said.

“They pronounce ‘c’ like ‘th’ in Spain. I’m just trying to fit in.”

“Right, with your tennis shoes and fanny pack,” their Spanish teacher joked.

It was after midnight and the students’ last night in Spain before returning home to North Carolina.

Mrs. Hamilton sighed. “I hate that we won’t get to see Barcelona. It’s such a beautiful city.”

“There’s always next Spring Break,” Shannon said, hopeful.

Her teacher grinned. “No. Next Spring Break, we’re going to Costa Rica!”

word count: 100


Memories of the coolest high school Spanish teacher ever, who took her entire class and even some former students to Spanish-speaking countries for Spring Break! Too bad we were only in Barcelona for a night (actually a few hours; we had a 6AM flight to Munich), but we did get to see Madrid, Córdoba, Sevilla, and Costa Del Sol. The next Spring Break was actually Mexico . . . in the middle of the Swine Flu outbreak. Needless to say, I didn’t go, but I’m sure it would’ve been fun . . . not really, a lot of the students came back sick… 

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