Okay.... so I'll be honest. I'm a very paranoid mother (my full belief is I have reason to be, others may disagree) so when I heard about the field trip to Hanging Rock I was not overly excited. Of course, I chimed right in to be a volunteer! But, for the first time ever was told "thanks, but no thanks!"
I'll explain:
This was supposed to be a trip meant for Tyler's class only. But once the word got out, the whole 4th grade wanted to go! Okay fine. Well, Tyler's class had 7 chaperone's volunteer for this trip. And the response was, each teacher was only allowed 2 per class. However, Tyler's teacher requested 3 b/c she had such a great response to attend the trip. Ask and you shall receive... she even chose 4! And so you're thinking.. great! NOT SO MUCH... I was not one of the four "chosen ones". So... I had a mission... to through a fit and get my way!
To make a long story short... I won my battle and thus, Tyler's class had 5 chaperone's! Great, given there's only 15 kids in the class! Funny thing is at this point, after all my persistence to attend, you would think I would have been happy! WRONG.
I'm not the "outdoorsy" type... and the thought of being with 60 4th graders on a 2 hour bus ride... hiking a mile and a half to be on the top of a mountain rock that hangs 200 ft. over nothing.... followed by swimming in a lake...and another 2 hour ride back, totalling a 12 hour long day.............................................................................
NEED I SAY MORE?
So... I begged and pleaded with my husband to take my place. But was turned down at every single offer I could throw at him. "You fought to go... you're the one going!" he said! And, I suppose he was right... if I was going to bitch and moan about having my presence to ease my own insecurities about her safety... then I should witness it all myself!
And I must say... I was glad I did! Not only was it the most beautiful day ever.. weather was near perfect! But it was a great trip!! Glad I went. Tyler's teacher was way more organized than I expected...and safety was always a top concern.
Just the fact that I was up at the crack of dawn, hiked a mountian in tennis shoes (that's right...but I did take my flip flops to change into, LOL) and swam in a lake with fishies bitting my butt... was an accomplishment in it's self! HOORAY!







