School Trip

Overheard on a Reception year school trip….

“When are we going home?”
“We just got here.”

“Owen, I know you’re in love with me, but Fraser wants to marry me.”


“Eeeuw that’s gross, I’m not touching that!”

“Fraser’s cute, isn’t he?”
“Yeah… there’s a hundred stones in my shoe.”

"Dinosaur eggs"

Two bumped heads. Tears. Accusations.
Packed lunches: berries in one, Kit-kat in another. Whining.
Kit-kat consumed. Sugar rushes.

“When’s lunch?”
“We’ve just had lunch.”
“What was it like?”

“This is awesome guys! They’ve got diamonds and a dance ball!”

"leafcutter ant"

“It’s a leafcutter. Look, it’s got toes.”

“Now then children, this is an ant’s nest. There are 5 jobs in the nest. There’s a Queen, the workers, the builders, the soldiers, and the cleaners. And guess what, they’re all girls. All the jobs in this nest are done by girls!”
“That’d be about right….”
eyerolls all round from the Mums.

“There should be more benches.”

“The coffee’s not strong enough.”

“I shouldn’t have had that extra glass last night.”

“Where’s Eva. I can’t see her anywhere.”
*Panics* Scouring of of play area begins. Eva is found; she’s been buried by Rachel in the sandpit. That’s ok then.

“When are we going home?”
“Here’s the bus. Big yellow bus.”
“Is Fraser asleep? He is! Fraser’s asleep!”

“That was awesome! Can we go there again? When can we go back there? Can we go back right now?”
“I want to go and sleep there.”

School trips are great, aren’t they…..?

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11 thoughts on “School Trip”

  1. Ha ha, I was lucky/unfortunate enough to go on a Year R trip earlier this year, I do wonder why they bother.

    I nearly had a heart attack on the bus, when one of my 3 I was looking after told me he had swallowed a LEGO man head….luckily after 10 minutes of panicked questioning we determine he was having me on.


  2. As a former Reception, current Yr 1 teacher, I will answer that last bit with a “Yes, they’re great when they’re over.” I hate trips: the pre-trip anxiety of whether I’ve remembered everything – spare pants, sick bucket (please god don’t let me need it), risk assessment (and the fifty million bits of paper that go with it), baby wipes…. the mid-trip anxiety of a million head counts, where so and so has gone (oh, they’re over there playing in the…what are you doing to that…), bathroom trips (please let there be sinks they can reach, or I’m weightlifting for the day), what the parents think of my rapidly decreasing patience… But I love getting back from trips, and really would never not do them, because in the midst of it all are the funny things they say, the looks of pure amazement and joy, the excitement of just getting on a bus (this alone would probably be enough of a trip for some of them) and a fun day outside holding hands and chatting. That said, I’m still glad there’s only a couple each year!

    • I just couldnt’ be a teacher! It would leave me in a heap of palpitations every day! It’s a once a yr thing only for me!

  3. This is a lovely post. You all had lots of fun! I can’t wait to go on school trips when i’m a big girl. Where is this place as it looks really fun and i want Mummy to take me there!!!

  4. You’re making me miss my job! I was almost a teacher and a TA. Loved school trips! Due to go back to uni to finish my PGCE in September but now not sure if I want to stay at home with Bob and bake cakes. Decisions, decisions. x


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