Where I've Been

[spiralstaircase]

Sorry for a whole load of inactivity over that past week. I had a school trip! Well, an optional one, one which took one week to do whatever I wanted to away from me, but, whatever. It seemed like a fun opportunity. My school had a ski trip! Yes, I do realise how braggy that sounds, and no, I don't want to sound braggy at all. But I will kinda be braggy, cuz I'm talking about it now. Whatever, it was cool, let me appreciate how cool it was! It went from the 24th to the 30th but we only had 5 days of skiing. We went to Italy. It was super fun, I got to develop a new *ski*ll, and make some friends from other years! All-around good experience! The first and last day were a bit tough though as I was super terrified on the first day and super tired on the last. Also, on the last day there was a lot of fog so I couldn't see anything. Naturally, I was too scared to do anything and stayed inside the cafe for the last 40 minutes of the day. Look, I was tired.

My biggest highlight though was the group of nerdy boys from the year below. I'd always seen them in the library during lunch but kinda shrugged them off as a group of kinda annoying band kids who I was kinda jealous of. I got to actually talk to them, and they were so nice! I felt really bad because I heard people from their year calling them weird and losers, probably cuz they're a group of boys that talk about anime and video games. But they've got good taste! I brought up Mob Psycho and Undertale in conversation and one of them told me I was 'goated'. Hey, that reminds me, one of them on a seperate occasion called me 'one of the nice year 10s', which made me feel really happy. I think my year might be a little bit well known for having a ton of assholes. Like, 95% assholes. So I'm happy that people from other years see me as one of the 'good ones'. It's corny to say but I'm glad me and my friends have that influence, I guess. I don't know, I just hate being grouped up with the other year 10s, so seeing that someone else sees me and my friends as, like, seperate from them, I guess, makes me feel good. Even though it's quite obvious we're not the same as them, politeness-wise.

In ski news though, I've gotten a lot better since that first day! I likely won't ski anytime soon again as I know it's quite expensive. The trip definitely was, which is why I didn't go last year, but this year my parents told me I had to go, and unbeknownst to me this year was actually the last year I could go (the trip is only for year 9 and 10, so my only other chance would be if I was a PE teacher or one of the teacher's sons!). At first I was a bit anxious cuz none of my friends were there and most of the people there were from year 9. The only other year 10s were these girls that give me weird looks when I walk past them. So I definitely felt a bit lonely... But as I mentioned before I got to know some y9s and they were real nice. I hope to speak to them again. Anyways, on the first day like I said I was terrified and could barely move. I was on a green slope, by the way, which was extremely flat. I was crying and frozen in fear cuz I thought I'd slip off and die, or something... But then I fell a couple times and I saw other people fall a couple times and I skiied down the slope and I saw it was all okay. Me and these two other people, one year 9 boy and one 6 year old girl, were seperated from the beginners cuz we sucked so bad, but then we made our way back to the main group and just like that I was skiing down blue and red slopes. I learnt how to turn and gained a lot of confidence in my skills, thanks to the lovely instructors who were so calm and helpful with me, even when I was crying and scared and repeatedly apologising for crying and being scared... Okay, but I wasn't so terrified all the way through, only the first half of the first day. So, for like, 2 hours I was terrified, then the other 2 hours I was fine! And then the next 4 days I was fine!

Outside of skiing, though, we also did a few activities... And by a few activities I mean, um, one. We did laser tag on the last day. My team lost repeatedly. We also had the opportunity to go to the spa but I don't think I'd make it out alive. You know, what with being, like, fat and surrounded by judgemental rich teens. It was for my own good that I didn't go. I got to chill out in my room and listen to music and that's all that matters! My roommates were a bit annoying, so I was glad to have a few hours to myself... I forget what day it was, if it was before or after the spa, but there was a day where the two of them were telling me I should grow my hair out and that I'd look soo good with makeup on, and then proceeded to put some makeup on my eyes. I was extraordinarily uncomfortable with the whole situation and on the brink of tears, but I didn't want to make things awkward, so I just tried to politely decline and say, you know, "I like my hair short, thanks," or "I'm not really that into makeup, haha", but they kept trying, so I just kinda gave up and accepted. Also, they kept talking about boys and crushes and stuff, and how one of them was so upset cuz she saw a girl talking to her crush, and I was just thinking, like, guys, we're here to ski. I'm here to ski. I don't really give a shit right now. But I didn't say any of that. Or, well, I did, but in a more polite way. I did try to join sometimes and talk about what kind of boys I like, but as soon as I realised my type is very different to theirs, I like, backed out a bit. I like the lanky awkward nerds with, like, 'medium length' hair and quiet personalities, and they like the kinda-sporty confident tanned surfer boys, and we'll respect our differences on that. It's fine.

But really, it was such a good trip, and I'm really grateful to have that opportunity. Meeting new people and getting into a sport! That's, like, I'm a whole different person. The real Rookie died and they replaced him with an extrovert. It was so awesome and so much fun and I even got some phone numbers in the end. And you bet I made sure to give a big hug and a thank you to my group's teacher.