A New Experience
Macau Anglican College, Bernice Li, Fiction: Group 2
T
he blinding rays of the sun were seeping into my closed eyelids. Ah, today is going to
be lots of fun! I thought on that sunny Friday morning. My class is learning about the
different regions this month, so my teacher, Ms. Lilly, suggested that going on a fieldtrip
to the four different regions ourselves should help us learn much easier. So last week she
sent out permission slips about going to the ‘Great Land of Asia’ by plane. When she announced
that, the whole class was quiet for a second, and then started to yelp with happiness.
I sprang out of bed, ran for the bathroom, jumped into my uniform, grabbed my suitcase,
and snatched my breakfast on the way out the door. I even stopped in the doorway to receive my
kisses and hugs from my parents. “We’ll miss you honey bun.” “And don’t forget to write in that
notepad of yours.” I reluctantly nodded at both of them and rushed out into the cold morning air.
When I arrived at school, I realized that the small yellow school bus was all ready to take
my class to the International Airport of Oregon (Also known as IAO), where we were going to
catch our private plane, sponsored by Principal Frank. As we jumbled into our school bus, I
thought about the journey that lay ahead of me. “All righty kiddos, if you want to stay on this
bus, then you’re going to have to stick to my rules: No pushing or shoving; no screaming even
though I know you guys are excited; and most of all, stick to your teacher. The airport is very
busy, so don’t wander off by yourselves. Do you understand?” the bus driver said. “YES! WE
UNDERSTAND!” we replied obediently. “Okay then, let’s go!”
The trip from our school to the IAO took 15 minutes, and by the time we got there, it was
8:16. And golly, the IAO was big! The lines at the check-in counter were a mile long, and the
commotion! It was so loud I couldn’t even hear myself hum! “Okay, remember children, stick
together,” said Ms. Lilly. We huddled together in a pack like little newborn mice, and then quickly
weighed our suitcases. Some of my classmates’ suitcases were so enormous and heavy that we had
to mail it to our first stop: the mountain region, Mt. Everest.
When we settled down on our plane, Ms. Lilly told us some fun facts about Mount Everest. Ms.
Lilly had provided the class a small yellow notebook each to write some things we have learned
throughout the trip, so we wrote down the facts about Mt. Everest:
Mount Everest is the tallest mountain on Earth.
Mt. Everest is about 29,035 feet high today.
It is about 60 million years old.
It was formed by the movement of the Indian tectonic plate pushing up and against the
Asian plate.
Everest grows about 2 inches taller every year.
We read the facts together and agreed that Mt. Everest was certainly a very fascinating mountain.
The trip took about 14 hours. We were worn out, but we were still enthusiastic about seeing it.
The class stayed there at Mt. Everest for a day and a half, keeping ourselves warm by putting on two
pairs of pants, two shirts under our three sweaters, and boots with fluffy cotton stuffed inside of it.
On the next day, we took pictures of the massive mountain with our disposable cameras while
Ms. Lilly planned our next trip with the captain pilot. “Alrighty, children. There may be a few
slight changes to our trip today. We will be heading toward the mighty Gobi Desert, instead of
