Absolutely Cliche but Absolutely True




Two of my best friends and I recently took a trip with the swim team this past weekend to St. George. The whole week I was getting so excited to go on this trip because I generally like trips. My friends were getting quite annoyed at me because I kept asking them if they were excited. We had it all planned out what we were going to do and how much fun we were going to have and everything would be perfect. But as you know nothing ever goes as planned. It all started when the bus wasn't where we thought it would be when it picked us up at the school. You might wonder why such a trivial thing started the downfall of the trip, but when you have many bags that you personally have to carry you don't want to have to walk very far anywhere. This just made everyone a little put out. The second thing that added on was that our coach wouldn't tell us who would be in our rooms at the motel. This made us a little more annoyed with the trip. And after being on the bus for a couple hours made us all screaming to just get out and away from eveyone.
Our first meet was in Richfield so after the meet everyone was tired, hungry and cranky. No one was really enjoying what was happening so far; anybody would snap at any given time with frustration. We stopped for dinner and was finally on our way to St. George. About three hours later we made it to our motel and when we pulled up everyone's jaws dropped; it was not what was expected. The only good thing about it was that we were in rooms with the people that we wanted. The room that was given to my buds and I was the only smoking room out of all the swimmers. According to our coach it was not supposed to be one. The room smelled awful, the blankets were hole-y and the room was teeny-tiny. This was just not good to the already foul mood we were in. It was making us all grouchy and we were saying things that probably should not have been said to each other.
In the morning everyone had complaints about their rooms. When we left that place, everyone was smiling with relief. We went to our next meet, did very well, and went home. On the way home everyone was in a much lighter mood and not as many horrible things happened to us. When we got off the bus it was like everyone ran to get away and go home as fast as they could with barely a goodbye.
You could be wondering as to why I was so excited for this trip, and why, even with the stinky room, I still had fun. It really is simple, my friends. They always make everything better no matter how horrible it is. They helped me see the better side of things on this trip, like as to how we actually are lucky to not always smell like smoke and that I like them a lot better when I haven't been stuck on a bus with them for five hours(eventhough it was fun. sorry about the tears-welling-up-thing becky). The trip sure made me appreciate them even more. I could tell that they really cared about what happens to me when they yell at me for stupid things I've done. I've really got the best friends I ever could've asked for. And this trip put it in a whole new perspective.


(Hey you girlies out there that I wrote about, umm...if you need a tissue after you read this, come to me and I'll give you one)