skiing

 My entire grade went skiing on Thursday. It started out great, because filling a bus with fifty seventh graders who have access to their phones is always a good time. (So. Many. Instagram Photos.) When we got there we had to wait an hour before we could actually ski because we had to gut our stuff on, get our ski boots and skis, rent helmets and all that good stuff. When we did start skiing it started off interestingly enough, thanks to me. I pushed Bridget off the slope and then nobody could find her.
After we had gone down the simple slopes a couple of times, I had the grand idea than my friend Annan and I should go down the hardest slope. I know, I'm genius, aren't I?

I made it down the hill with having only fallen once. So I waited for Annan to come down. Fast forward ten minutes, and I see Annan walking down the hill without her skis. Before she makes it down, she's swarmed by the people who work there. They take her away, me trying to stand up a few feet away, helpless. I never saw her again. Untill an hour later when I found her hanging out with my friend Shannon.

At this, we found Bridget! (Remember we lost her after I pushed her down a hill) After a glorius reunion, we ate lunch. Nothing of interest happened after that, but we watched The Incredibles on the way home.

I'm off to see Les Miserables, have any of you seen it? Is it good?