Week 29: The Worst Trip EVER.

Hudson thought it was a great idea to get a submarine, and the junior class took an undersea trip in it. I didn't think it was such a great idea, but I went along with it because people were really pumped about it. Hudson, Devlin, and Rowold went along with us. We all wanted to go to Paris. So we took a train to Delaware and Hudson's submarine waited for us at Rehoboth Beach (bordering the North Atlantic Ocean). It took us 5 days to get to France. When we arrived, we rode a train to Paris. We stayed in Paris for 4 days. We saw the Eiffel Tower (yes, we did get to the top), Notre Dame de Paris, The Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Musee d'Orsay. The sight seeing was great and I had a blast. But the worst part of the whole trip was when the submarine broke down and we had to ride a fishing boat back. I got sea sick during the first few hours we were riding on the boat. I remained sea sick the whole time. I couldn't keep food down. I had a bad migraine. I couldn't shower. No one could shower. It sucked trying to use the bath room. No one had phone service out in the middle of the ocean. All we could do was enjoy each other's misery. There were a select few people that weren't sea sick the whole time, and they bragged about it. It pissed me off soooo much! I just wanted to feed them to the sharks. We got to Delaware after 10 days of being on the nasty fishing boat. It felt sooo amazing to finally be on land! I was so ready to go home and sleep! When we made it to Washburn, I didn't even want to wait for my dad to pick me up. I stumbled home and went straight to bed. I slept tried sleeping for over 20 hours, but my dad woke me up because he thought I had slipped into a coma or something. My dad surprised me with some delicious chicken, macaroni, and fruit! I was so happy it wasn't fish.