Monday, September 21, 2009

I must have done a very dastardly deed.

I am being forced to attend a three-day bonding retreat with ninth graders, the same wee folk who were earlier in raptures over awkward interchanges between ScarJo and a mortified-looking Colin Firth.  (I believe I may have mentioned this previously and promised not to complain about it.  I lied.)

Well, I just received the packing list, and... Well... F*ck.  More articulate griping to follow.

C****** PACKING LIST

 

Sleeping bag (to put on bed)

Pillow

Sleepwear

Bathing suit (we are not going swimming, but some people feel more comfortable having a swimsuit for the shower)

Towels and washcloth

Toiletries

Blue jeans, etc., and bring two changes of clothes

Light jacket

Sweatshirt

Socks

Sneakers or shoes (two pairs suggested in case one pair gets wet)

Flashlight

Flip flops for shower

 

Day pack (book bag) for ropes course.

            Inside put:

rain gear

large water bottle

            Kleenex

            sunscreen

            moistened wipes

insect repellant

 

Forbidden items:

            Cell phones

            Candy, food, drinks (they will be provided)


2 comments:

randasfans said...

I am so so sorry. Pack a flask and ear plugs.

Sarah said...

jesus...sadly i remember my 9th grade outdoors education trip. and how it was basically the highlight of my life till that point. it was called SHARPE i think. surely, an acronym for something stupid.