Class Trip To Mysteryland

[Note:  I wrote this article on Saturday before I left on a trip, but I didn’t have time to post it.  Therefore, it’s outdated, but it explains why I was missing and will be important to the rest of the stories from the trip.  Also, the pictures were taken after it was written.]

Our "busz-bus". This will be funny once you read the word of the day. (Click to see larger.)Three nervous faces stared at me with pleading eyes.  “So, when does the trip begin?  Sunday?” I asked again.  I still wasn’t sure, their English was making less and less sense.

Think about it for a second, what do you do when you’re scared?  Say you go to the doctor with a mysterious illness, or get stopped by a policemen with a stolen TV set in your hand.  You speak quickly.  You probably mumble a little bit, and you don’t really think before you speak.  This is how Hungarian students speak to me whenever they need something and they think I’ll say no.

Usually, these conversations are kids making excuses about not having homework, trying to get out of class, or wanting to get away with anything else that I should punish them for.  This conversation was a little bit different.  They wanted to give me a free trip.

That’s right, people were nervous that I wouldn’t accept their offer of a free trip.  I make you believe I’m a teacher, but really I’m a rock star.

I eventually learned that this is the town we were going to. With signs like this, it's a miracle we didn't get lost! (click to see larger)Back to reality, my life has been challenging lately because every high school class seems to get to go on a group trip for a few days.  I usually find out they’re gone by walking into an empty classroom.  The kids tell me they’re going, but they’re very vague about the dates.  The other teachers would tell me but, well, there’s only two weeks of school left and they have their own problems to worry about it.  The atmosphere of the teachers’ room resembles a military headquarters during a critical bombing mission during a war.

These trips usually mean I have a lot of extra time to kick back and wish the school had air conditioning.  Instead, this class trip means I have to get up Sunday morning and not speak English until Tuesday night.  Their teacher can’t go (the reason why was lost in translation), so they want me to accompany them.  It’ll be myself, two mothers (who don’t speak English), a bus driver (who won’t speak English), and 30 9th graders (only half of which have been studying English, and even they’ve only been seriously studying for one year).

Any normal person would’ve said, “No, I have a ton of things I need to get done before the end of the year, and I don’t want to spend three days with a group of rambunctious kids that I can’t even speak with.”

Fortunately for you, I’m not a normal person.  I’m pretty sure that’s why you read this blog.  If I have a great time, you’ll have good stories to read about next week.  If I have a miserable time, you’ll have hilarious stories to read about next week.  I’m not really sure which you’re hoping for, but I won’t ask…

I would tell you where I’m going, but it’s a secret.  That’s not a joke.  I still really don’t know.  I’ve had it explained to me in broken English, and it hasn’t made a ton of sense.  We’re going somewhere in the north eastern part of Hungary, and we’ll see some pretty cool stuff.

This should be good…

 

Hungarian word of the day:

Busz

Pronounced Boo-se.  I think it’s fairly obvious what this word means – drop the “z” and you have the English word.  It’s how we’ll travel to this mysterious destination.

After the trip, it’s even funnier.  One girl said “Let’s go find the busz, er, bus.”  We laughed and called it the busz-bus for the rest of the time.