I went to the zoo on Friday. Wow. Pretty sure I’m still
recovering. I hiked my group to the Kingdom of the Night, gorilla complex, aquarium,
petting zoo, sea otters, cheetahs, and many other exhibits’. After about 4
hours, my 16 kids and I were poop out. There had been fits pitched, rules
broke, tears cried, lost backpacks and scraped knees. We tiredly trudged up to
the waiting buses. Upon reaching the
pick-up spot, I looked around for our other groups. Almost everyone from work
was at the zoo, a group of about 120. There was not another soul from my work.
I quickly called the main building, got the number of the lady in charge,
called her and asked where everyone was. They had left.
I am sitting on the grass, exhausted in the heat, wondering
how, and if, we were ever going to get back. I had already worked 9 hours and
was so tired from all the yelling, fighting, and animal-like behavior the zoo
brings out in kids. When the lady called back, she said that they would drop
off the kids and one of the buses would drive back to get us. (At this point,
the kids got a map of the zoo and divided up the exhibits to where each person
would life. Super hilarious) My group and I sat for 40 minutes. I thought the
day couldn’t get any worse.
When the bus finally picked us up, a girl got a very bad
bloody nose, which bled all over me as I helped her. And when we were about a
block from the building, our bus got pulled over for going 40 in a 35. Happy
Friday the 13th.
As I am recovering this weekend, that crazy zoo trip makes
me laugh. Of course something awful would happen to me. But it made for the
best memories. I will never forget those kids who got left at the zoo with me.
And, I guess I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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