A diary of a Biology Trip.

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Day one: Today I had to get up at an absurd hour in order to get into school just in time to see the minibuses set off without me. Okay, to be fair, I was 23 minutes late, but that is no excuse for them to start without me. I didn't pay £300 just to see my fellow classmates off, as one would expect. I had a sort of déjà vu feeling, since I was also late for the Geography trip some months before, and again had to run after the minibus screaming at the top of my lungs.

My dignity was invariably damaged when I was jeered by my friends, curse them! I put the blame, as a rebellious teenager, onto my parents, who just had to sort out my suitcase and ensure that I had all my gear, as well as adding stuff I would never have thought of (like Auntie Minnie's hand-knit jumper with a dog motif). 'It will be very wet and cold in Wales, dear,' said my mum the day before, whilst sifting though my suitcase, 'You had better pack warmly.'

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