The spring break of my sophomore year was quite the extravaganza. That week our school band took a trip to New Orleans. In the long run it was an amazing trip, excluding the journey down there. The charter bus ride was one of the worst experiences of my life. A drive that originally was only supposed to take fifteen to seventeen hours, actually took about twenty-four. Our original departure time got delayed a couple hours due to the Lady Chargers making it to state for basketball. To support and cheer them on we made the two hour trip to Wichita. Our team won the game, which made us overjoyed. After we finished celebrating with them, we made our trip back to the high school to meet the charter bus. Once we arrived at the school, most of us changed into something more comfortable and made sure …show more content…
The bus became stuffy, everyone complained about the smell of the bathroom, all of us were grumpy from it being so early in the morning, and everyone wanted to get up and walk around. About an hour or two had passed when we were given the breakfast our sponsors’ provided. Another hour passed before our band teacher told us they cancelled the bus from Branson. Instead, there was a bus coming from Dallas, Texas. That bus was only going projected to take three hours to get to us. At that point, three hours had passed. An hour and a half went by, when our band teacher gave us an update. They cancelled the Dallas bus and decided they were going to fix our bus. In a matter of minutes our bus was fixed. Everyone was relieved that it was fixed, but were also irritated we had had to wait that long just for them to fix the bus. Once again, we proceeded with our journey down to New Orleans. The bus was working better than ever (minus the bumper falling off and us running it over). Before we stopped for lunch, we drove for a couple more hours. At this time, we were in Texas. Everyone was happy to get off the bus and stretch their legs and