Field trips in school?

For your singing pleasure, ma'am.
Now that I've totally screwed up the thread, I'll shut up. :sentimental:

But I'm the one who first mentioned 99 Bottles. Maybe I'll post the lyrics. :)
Not screwed up at all. I like it. :hatlaugh:
 
I need to correct my mention of the dream count down sequence and the bottles of bear; I erred, I just count down from 99, or is it 100? No mention of beer, guess I got my songs mixed up. :turnaround:
 

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The whole school took a full-day train trip when I was in elementary school. I remember very little about it except we got bag lunches and ice cream cups and we were all fascinated about the fact that you could look right down through the toilets and see the railroad ties whizzing by. I couldn't bring myself to sit on the toilet for just that reason. The kid who always threw up at school didn't disappoint us and the porter was pissed off.

My freshman year in high school, our "personal civics" class (sort of replaced what used to be "health class") went on a trip to the prison. Yep, a real prison. It was part of the "Scared Straight" program that was brand new and someone at the school thought it would be great for us to do that. Yep, a bunch of 14-year-olds getting yelled at by prisoners. I remember all the girls and most of the boys were crying at one point or the other. There were several parents storming the principal's office the next day. That was one field trip that was never repeated as far as I know.

Other than that, I know we went to the newspaper and tv station and our journalism society went to several conferences at universities.

It wasn't a field trip, but we did have to watch a horrible movie called "Death on the Highway" in that same Personal Civics class. Today it would be X-rated for "extreme gore and gratuitous body parts strewn across the highway" and would be considered highly unsuitable for anyone under 40. Everyone was pretty green after it was over.
 
My 8th grade Catholic school field trip to Washington DC.was cut short by Martin Luther Kings assassination. Boy did we clear out of there fast.
We also went to an,amusement park somewhere near Rye,NY,same class.
My grandma took all her grands to the Statue of Liberty every year,she was an immigrant from Scotland.
We also went to the Christmas show at Radio City...a
In case you haven't figured it out,I'm from NYC.
Went to a Mets game in 6th grade too,zzzzzzzzz
 
My Ladyfriend told me that when she was in 6th grade, her teacher took the class on a field trip

to a slaughter house ! With no pre parental approval !! What do you think of THAT ?
 
Took one to Howes Caverns in NY state. One to WashingtonDC for, I believe, crossing guard reward. Several small trips to football games when I was in the school band. A couple to local manufacturing plants, and when I was older, went through the Utica brewing company plant. Free beer at the end.

My 6th-grade class trip was to Howe Caverns :)
 
My late husband told me that his senior class trip was to a religious retreat in Atlantic City (oh, man, what a HIGHLY APPROPRIATE place for a religious retreat, huh?), where they all got to confess to Bishop Fulton Sheen.

I mean, how're ya gonna hold 'em down on the farm, after they've seen the lights of ..... uh.....St. Aloyisius the Shoeless and Selfless Repentant's Retreat Center?
 
Just seen this.British school trips-our primary school took us to Barry Island -a seaside resort that we all went to many times in our childhood.Cheddar caves and Weston-Super-Mare-another seaside resort -and Bristol Zoo were also visited once they built a bridge across the Bristol Channel.I remember us all getting excited about going over the Severn Bridge for the first time.These were end of year trips and no one was bothered if they were educational.
In secondary school i remember going to London where we were all left outside the Tower and then left to our own devices.Everyone made it back for the bus home.I took myself on a trip down the Thames to Greenwich.
As a teacher took kids to explore the Roman remains in Caerleon and got to go to Longleat on a steaming hot day.
 
We went to the Boston Museum of Science several times. I loved the Planetarium.
In high school I went to France for a week as part of Culinary Arts class.
Salem, Ma. to see House of the Seven Gables, etc.
I don't remember any others
 
I was in the history club in eighth grade and we took a trip to Higbee valley, picketwire canyon , pinon canyon in SE Colorado. We saw an old stone structure shaped like a cross that was used by the Pentitentes, a Hispanic religious group that was once popular in the area. Our history teacher talked about all the legends and lore for that group. Then we climbed up some high mesas where we got to see some Native American Petroglyphs. That was followed by a visit to some dinosaur tracks. It was a great trip and very educational.
 
In elementary school we went to the Clearwater Marina which was about 3 miles from the school. It looks like a pretty cool place in the Movie Dolphin Tale with Ashley Judd and Morgan Freeman, but back in the 50's it was just a room with some stuffed fish on the wall.

Then in junior high they took us over to Florida Southern College in Lakeland to see the science fair stuff that was on display there. I remember the teacher made a big deal out of the fact that a lot of the college's buildings had been designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. I didn't see what the big deal was. I thought they were butt ugly. I later found out that Frank Lloyd Wright was pretty much an arrogant butthole in real life, so up his nose with a rubber hose.

Then in high school biology class we walked over to the little pond in the patch of woods next to the school to look for biology things like frogs and whatnot. I don't know if you would call that a field trip. The thing I remember about that pond is that one of our football players dove in and hit a submerged log and messed his neck up bad. He was out of school for a long time and then came back wearing a neck brace. He never played football again. Every time I think about diving or jumping into water I think about Roddy Dear. The lesson is always make sure that where you are diving is clear of stuff that could hurt you. I guess Roddy recovered eventually. But I see on our reunion site that he passed away in 2009 from cancer. That would have made him 62 when he died. That sucks.

That's another thing that will make you feel old. Seeing obituaries of people that were your peers back in the day.
 
I just remembered another one. Actually I did not go on it. Our High School Spanish class had a field trip where they went to Las Novedades Restaurant in Ybor City for Dinner.

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The class was supposed to go the whole evening speaking only Spanish. Solamente Espanol. The cost of the field trip was 10 bucks and in 1965 that was a big chuck of dough, so I opted out. Our Spanish teacher was Old Lady Munson. My buddy Larry who was also in that class once drew a caricature of her on the cover of his Spanish notebook with the caption "Old Lady Munson is a tough old bird". One day Old Lady Munson saw it and she wasn't too pleased with it. But she was a tough old bird. She had moved down to Florida from New York City and you know what those New Yorkers are like. Old Lady Munson was probably only about 38 years old. Here's her picture from our yearbook:

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But 38 is older than dirt to a High School student. But I digress.


As I said I didn't go on the trip. As I have said before my mom was a single mom with an 8th grade education waiting tables at greasy spoons for nickel and dime tips. I did not want to ask her for 10 bucks so I could go eat at the fanciest restaurant in Ybor City. But one thing I do remember is that some of the kids that went on the field trip stole silverware as souvenirs. But they got caught. When the restaurant people complained about the missing silverware Old Lady Munson, tough old bird that she was, got the guilty parties to fess up.
 
I understand about the money thing. In my sewing class when I was about thirteen at Tacoma, we were supposed to buy fabric to sew a blouse. But knowing about money problems (my dad being in the military at the time) I wasn't about to ask for that and I got in trouble with the teacher. I think I finally got the fabric although I don't remember how.
 


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