One Crazy Ride

It was the end of a chapter in my life, I was getting ready to graduate from middle school and start high school in the fall. My eighth grade graduating class only contained twenty-seven students was getting ready to go on our class trip. We had raised money throughout the year to go on a to Washington D. C. I had been excited about this trip as well as the entire class. We had been talking about this trip since I was little and could not believe it was already here. After church Saturday night we got onto the charter bus and left for our adventure in D.C. We had driven all night to make it to Washington by morning. Me and my friends were so hyper and crazy on the bus ride and could not wait to get there. Around ten o’clock the next day we finally got to D.C. and already started making memories. Throughout the week we went to many churches, famous sites, and parks.
Throughout that week, my class and I had visited many different sites. Since I went to a catholic school we visited many different churches in Washington D.C. We visited the Pentagon, the Vietnam Wall, and many, many more places. During this trip we had many experiences that we will never experience again.
One of the one of the first days we visited Washington, we went to the Congress Library. While we were walking up to get our tickets, our teacher and some other parents told the kids to hurry and go into the building across the street. We stayed in there for at least an hour or more before we had heard what the problem was and why we could not visit the library. Our teacher informed us that there was a bomb threat made right on the street we were standing on and we had to get away from it. I was so scared because all I could think about was September 11th even though I should have realized D.C. gets threats all the time. The rest of the week I so scared everywhere we went because I was afraid something was going to happen.
Even though it was so scary the week had been so much fun but so exhausting. I did not want to leave but I was ready to be home and see the rest of my family. We packed the bus and left early that morning for the twelve hour bus trip back home. On the bus trip everyone slept and tried to relax thinking about all the fun we had that week not even imaging what was going to happen later that night. It was about eleven o’clock that and we were still in West Virginia, when I woke up from sleeping to hear all the parents panicking again. I thought there could be no problems like earlier that week; we were not around important buildings anymore. I look out the window and see that our bus was on the side of the road in a complete stop. Our teacher informed us that the bus had broken down and the bus driver was trying to fix it. A little while later he came back on and told us that the bus was broken and he cannot keep driving it until it gets fixed.
The driver had to call the bus company to have them ship another bus to us so we could get back on the road and head home again, but the company called back and told us that they could not find a bus for us. It was derby weekend in Lexington, Kentucky and all the extra buses were taken for other uses. They decided that we should stay in a hotel in the next town until the morning so the part could get fixed. A truck came and could only pick up a few kids at time to take to the hotel. After several hours my dad, two other girls, the teacher, and me were the last to get picked up. When we got to the hotel it was three in the morning and the rest of the class was already asleep. We woke up that morning and had to find things to keep busy until the bus was fixed. About two in the afternoon the bus was ready and we could leave to start home again. Having our bus brake down was the worst thing that happened all week, but I had made so many memories from just that night that I love. Before we left for D.C., I knew I was going to make memories but I did not realize how many wonderful ones I would have.