A father and I talked on the school playground the other day about an upcoming overnight third-grade field trip we are chaperoning. We both admitted to being a little nervous about it. We’ve both chaperoned field trips before. But as the conversation continued, I realized he had not thought this overnight thing through as much as I had.
I began to talk about kids who may not have ever been away from home before and homesickness and worry about how to get them to sleep.
“Gee, I hadn’t thought about that,” he said.
I talked about how exhausted I am after just a few hours on a regular field trip and what will two nights and three days of constant yammering and nonstop drama and incessant whining do to me?
Then I mentioned that I hoped the stomach bug that was going around didn’t plan a surprise attack in the bunks one night.
His face scrunched up. I’m sure he wanted to run from me.
“I was excited for this trip, but I hadn’t thought about all this,” he said. I think I took a pin and popped the air out of his balloon.
I think too much. There’s no doubt about it. I can think a topic to death. I think about every possible terrible thing that could happen and how I can possibly handle it, and then I’m pleasantly surprised when things go smoothly or things are just boring, as my life so often turns out.
But I must say I was surprised that this father hadn’t thought about these things because being with so many other people’s kids for two nights will be a challenge whether or not anything catastrophic happens.
Doesn’t he remember what a normal field trip is like? The last field trip I was on, I had five boys in the rain for four hours with no snacks. In the end, I’m not sure who was grumpier, the boys or me. For four hours they griped, whined, complained, and fussed about being hungry. Like zoo animals, I really was not supposed to feed them. My blood sugar was getting low. I get headaches when I don’t eat. I had a snack. But I didn’t have enough to share with five boys and I felt too guilty to eat in front of them. So we trudged through mist and misery. The boys didn’t want to look at the historic buildings or listen to people dressed in colonial garb talk about life with no computers and no TV. They saw corn cakes cooking in the fire and wanted to reach their weak arms over and steal one out of the hot pan. The only respite of the morning: a paper-thin Moravian cookie that made our mouths water more and our stomachs pretty stinkin’ mad.
When lunchtime finally did approach, the boys had only strength enough to mosey across the entire colonial village back to the bus squatting, giggling, and cocking their rears side to side in an all-out potty-talk fest. “Pffft this” and “Pffft that.” “Oh, that was a good one!” I did not have energy or patience for this. My stomach had turned inside out and through a forced smile I begged them to catch up to me, stop that nonsense, and COME ON! My hands were shaking and food was minutes away. No silly boys and their bathroom talk would keep me from my lunch. I was ready to ditch them.
That night, my conscience got the better of me. “I feel bad,” I told my husband. “I kind of yelled at the kids today.” I decided that in the heat of their third-grade foolery, they probably hadn’t noticed or cared.
I hope this trip next week goes smoother, though I’m bracing myself for no sleep, cranky homesick kids, and whatever the days may bring. I’ll sneak snacks if I have to, for my own sanity. And I’m gearing up for lots of fart jokes. Please send happy thoughts my way.
6 responses to “Field Trip Anxiety: Two Nights, 80 Kids Equals Panic for This Chaperone”
Wow. I’m surprised they are taking third-graders on an overnight. They usually hold out for middle school before they do a trip like that. Best of luck to you! Drink plenty of caffeine and bring some earplugs. 🙂
Many, many happy thoughts coming your way!
Yes, at my kids’ school, third, fourth, and fifth go on a trip every year. This may be my one and only!
Oh yeah, you better get ready for the fart jokes. hahaha…
I took it upon myself to find some fart jokes online for you. Kids are impressed when an adult flexes their Fart Knowledge. hahaha…
Then again, maybe it’s just that I would have been impressed…
If you ever have to go on a chaperoned trip where you’re staying in a hotel bring a roll of duct tape. That way you can tell the kids you’re going to duct tape the outsides of their doors so you’ll be able to know who sneaks out. 😉
Have fun and good luck!!
Nice. All the parents will hate me and I’ll never be allowed to chaperone again. This could work in my favor. The funny thing: you ended up in my spam file with your comment and links. Dare I click on these?
hahaha… That’s funny. And yeah, you can click on them. They are just links to kind-friendly fart jokes.
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