Willa's DC Blog
Today I tried to wake up only to find that I was literally dead. Like my eyes were fluttering because they literally wouldn’t open. Anyway, we slug out of bed and, me, being myself, have totally already lost my key card. Shhhhhh, don’t tell anyone.
Anyway, my corpse took the elevator down to breakfast, which was bacon and eggs, but my nutritiously amazing self ate a box of Apple Jacks instead, because Apple Jacks>Fruit Loops.
We boarded this amazing bus, with an amazing driver that we’ve all come to know and love, what an icon. Bob, the legend, the fable.
I sit next to Abril. Ben is across the way. He is really bad. Yesterday, he tried to lure Abril away with card games and portable chargers.
Our destination is the Arlington Cemetery, which is filled with these bright white graves and a colossal amphitheater, where a bunch of soldiers who pretend not to have souls march around and scream. We watch them glide around with muskets and sunglasses for a flat half hour. We walk around, and see the JFK and other Kennedy graves, while I pump Pink Floyd on my earbuds and get on the verge of crying; even though I don’t actually understand what JFK even stood for? How he even influenced us??? I really don’t know, but “Us & Them” is a good song.
Then, we go to lunch, in this HUGE mall that’s like 3 times as big as the Century City mall. We’re asked to create a buddy system, so I paired up with Abril, and we go to Panda Express. I almost wait for like half an hour for rice but swerve that and get chow mein instead. *Finger Guns*.
There are lot of people in this mall with Make America Great Again hats, not ironically. Which I guess is okay... free speech... At the same time I gotta admit I stared at those people a little bit. I’m totally aware people who like Trump exist. He won the election, right...? Anyway we live in a bubble of liberals on some level so it was a shock.
We went to Forever 21, and I got these nice shorts and a pack of Bobby pins, because having short hair is hard to keep in a ponytail. Yikes.
Ben got a Make America Great Again hat. Wow, a liar. He is so bad. Just waste. What a limp noodle. A real dummie. I try to knock it off his head, cause you know, lies, but then I think I’m portraying liberals as vile to everyone else. BUT!! HES NOT REALLY RIGHT WING!!!! Yikes. Little do they know I’m just trying to bamboozle Ben because he’s being a salty kneecap. He also pranked me on Saturday. Twice. You know, revenge is so overdue. We had a roast fight on the plane, via text. I won. I’m like Glenn Close.
Ruthless.
We leave the mall, which was lunch hour, even though it was two hours. Out next destination is Mount Vernon, which is where George Washington lived & died. It’s a nice drive up. Earbuds truly do change the game. Hit me up for bad music recommendations!!¡
The first thing we do is use the bathroom. We promptly see the Washington mansion, which is three stories tall & all the hallways are really narrow, which makes it sort of hard to walk through it with 40 kids.
Its really beautiful up there; amazing trees, a great view of the Potomac river and a nice breeze (frigid as it may be). It’s hard to think of all the slaves that it took to build and maintain it though. I’m really trying to not think about them, but it’s hard.
We go to the slave memorial. It’s actually sort of small. Well then.
Next we go to this learning center where we see a “4D” movie. There was fake snow and the flashing lights of the “cannons” almost gave me and aneurism. Yikes. I space out for like 20 minutes after. There might have been a gift shop? I am compared to Uma Thurman. Okay, it was me. I compared myself to Uma Thurman. I am though.
We go to the bus again. Bob is a legend. Ben forces a song onto my playlist. It’s actually not bad. Crap.
We go to this city called Alexandria, and we go inside this tubular restaurant called Fish Market, even though it’s lying. It’s not a market, and I eat a burger.
I sit with Abril, Shosh, Jess and Karla. They all do the word search. Ha. Basic. I color my turtle. Kids menus are the best, don’t even fight me on this. Our food comes; the burger was pretty good, but the fries are literally potato chips??? This isn’t England??? Not in my good American neighborhood??? Okay so that didn’t make sense but the point is fries do not equal chips. Ever.
I’m so bamboozled they don’t have ginger ale??? We all finish our meals and attempt to finish our drawings. Mine’s the best. Highkey. I get everyone to sign it, and then we walk to a park, where we are to meet for our next destination.
On the way, some of us females (pronounced like tamales) sing “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” I know it word for word. It’s hard not to.
Our last activity is a ghost tour. OoOoO.
This nice older lady tells us really spooky stories for an hour and a half or so. We sit on this cursed wall, and I’m totally convinced that I’m now cursed. I have to go an underground bathroom, which is you know... like... it’s underground... it’s dark... there are GHOSTS.
It was fine though, actually sort of clean (probably because people are scared to go down there), and really warm.
We go back to the hotel and I wrangle together loose change to buy Arizona Ice Tea. I click the wrong button and I get a 7up instead. I fall into myself in lonesome grief and heartbreak.
Now I’m sitting in bed, watching a weird HBO show at 11 after pumping out this blog, through a jolt of sugar-sponsored energy. The caffeine helped.
Anyway goodnight, I’m vv tired <3
Anyway, my corpse took the elevator down to breakfast, which was bacon and eggs, but my nutritiously amazing self ate a box of Apple Jacks instead, because Apple Jacks>Fruit Loops.
We boarded this amazing bus, with an amazing driver that we’ve all come to know and love, what an icon. Bob, the legend, the fable.
I sit next to Abril. Ben is across the way. He is really bad. Yesterday, he tried to lure Abril away with card games and portable chargers.
Our destination is the Arlington Cemetery, which is filled with these bright white graves and a colossal amphitheater, where a bunch of soldiers who pretend not to have souls march around and scream. We watch them glide around with muskets and sunglasses for a flat half hour. We walk around, and see the JFK and other Kennedy graves, while I pump Pink Floyd on my earbuds and get on the verge of crying; even though I don’t actually understand what JFK even stood for? How he even influenced us??? I really don’t know, but “Us & Them” is a good song.
Then, we go to lunch, in this HUGE mall that’s like 3 times as big as the Century City mall. We’re asked to create a buddy system, so I paired up with Abril, and we go to Panda Express. I almost wait for like half an hour for rice but swerve that and get chow mein instead. *Finger Guns*.
There are lot of people in this mall with Make America Great Again hats, not ironically. Which I guess is okay... free speech... At the same time I gotta admit I stared at those people a little bit. I’m totally aware people who like Trump exist. He won the election, right...? Anyway we live in a bubble of liberals on some level so it was a shock.
We went to Forever 21, and I got these nice shorts and a pack of Bobby pins, because having short hair is hard to keep in a ponytail. Yikes.
Ben got a Make America Great Again hat. Wow, a liar. He is so bad. Just waste. What a limp noodle. A real dummie. I try to knock it off his head, cause you know, lies, but then I think I’m portraying liberals as vile to everyone else. BUT!! HES NOT REALLY RIGHT WING!!!! Yikes. Little do they know I’m just trying to bamboozle Ben because he’s being a salty kneecap. He also pranked me on Saturday. Twice. You know, revenge is so overdue. We had a roast fight on the plane, via text. I won. I’m like Glenn Close.
Ruthless.
We leave the mall, which was lunch hour, even though it was two hours. Out next destination is Mount Vernon, which is where George Washington lived & died. It’s a nice drive up. Earbuds truly do change the game. Hit me up for bad music recommendations!!¡
The first thing we do is use the bathroom. We promptly see the Washington mansion, which is three stories tall & all the hallways are really narrow, which makes it sort of hard to walk through it with 40 kids.
Its really beautiful up there; amazing trees, a great view of the Potomac river and a nice breeze (frigid as it may be). It’s hard to think of all the slaves that it took to build and maintain it though. I’m really trying to not think about them, but it’s hard.
We go to the slave memorial. It’s actually sort of small. Well then.
Next we go to this learning center where we see a “4D” movie. There was fake snow and the flashing lights of the “cannons” almost gave me and aneurism. Yikes. I space out for like 20 minutes after. There might have been a gift shop? I am compared to Uma Thurman. Okay, it was me. I compared myself to Uma Thurman. I am though.
We go to the bus again. Bob is a legend. Ben forces a song onto my playlist. It’s actually not bad. Crap.
We go to this city called Alexandria, and we go inside this tubular restaurant called Fish Market, even though it’s lying. It’s not a market, and I eat a burger.
I sit with Abril, Shosh, Jess and Karla. They all do the word search. Ha. Basic. I color my turtle. Kids menus are the best, don’t even fight me on this. Our food comes; the burger was pretty good, but the fries are literally potato chips??? This isn’t England??? Not in my good American neighborhood??? Okay so that didn’t make sense but the point is fries do not equal chips. Ever.
I’m so bamboozled they don’t have ginger ale??? We all finish our meals and attempt to finish our drawings. Mine’s the best. Highkey. I get everyone to sign it, and then we walk to a park, where we are to meet for our next destination.
On the way, some of us females (pronounced like tamales) sing “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” I know it word for word. It’s hard not to.
Our last activity is a ghost tour. OoOoO.
This nice older lady tells us really spooky stories for an hour and a half or so. We sit on this cursed wall, and I’m totally convinced that I’m now cursed. I have to go an underground bathroom, which is you know... like... it’s underground... it’s dark... there are GHOSTS.
It was fine though, actually sort of clean (probably because people are scared to go down there), and really warm.
We go back to the hotel and I wrangle together loose change to buy Arizona Ice Tea. I click the wrong button and I get a 7up instead. I fall into myself in lonesome grief and heartbreak.
Now I’m sitting in bed, watching a weird HBO show at 11 after pumping out this blog, through a jolt of sugar-sponsored energy. The caffeine helped.
Anyway goodnight, I’m vv tired <3
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