Heads counted as we climb aboard the coach
That already faintly smells of vomit,
Carpet seats, stained with Ribena
And windows smeared with sticky fingerprints.
Tommy feels sick before we reach the motorway
And Miss decides we should have a sing-a-long
To help us pass the time, and when we arrive
We queue for the museum, craning necks
To see the dino bones, soaring overhead.
We press our noses to the cases made of glass,
Looking at the model dodo, the giant fossils
And the rock that came from space, incongruous
In its London home. And homeward bound
We sing again, cradling gift shop buys;
Pencil sharpeners stamped with logos and
Someone bought a starfish, dried and crispy,
Every person wants to touch, excited at
The thought of home, of crispy pancakes
And safety in our rooms while teachers drink
The wine they saved, knowing that this day
Would warrant just a glass or two!
Because I trained to be a teacher while we were going through COVID lockdowns and restrictions, I have still not had the opportunity to go on a school trip. And I am dying to go on one.
I have already decided that I will be going on the trip to New York and at least one skiing trip. It appears that teaching is going to be my key to a bunch of free holidays. It’s just a pity that I will need to take 200 kids with me!
3 thoughts on “the school trip”
What a great description of school trips here, Rachel! They are a lot of work, from the logistics, to getting parental permission, to the realities of keeping tabs on twenty kids, to……. But they are a great way to get to know kids outside of school. And there’s something about going places that can really open kids up to things. They’re learning without actually being aware that they are.
I hadn’t thought about school trips in a while. As a student, I went on many and chaperoned many as a teacher or a volunteer. I guess they can be formative for everyone. The details in your poem are apt and visceral.
Wow… all the way to New York?