A Trip of a Lifetime ( to Tasmania) Part 1.

Do sit down, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is going to take a while. The last time I told this story it took me an hour and half of speaking: which is really why you're getting the written down version. My voice, unfortunately decided to go horse after retelling the story two times.

The story begins not so long ago (just over a week really) and not so far away (it is on earth after all). It begins last Sunday at 4:10 in the morning. I do believe that was the time I was woken up. I don't remember a lot of what happened in the next hour or so (do note the time). I arrived outside my school at 5:18 and the bus was already there - as were most of the fellow travelers).

Cue a panic attack, I forgotten (totally) my library card which I required as ID to get on the plane. No sooner than Ms. Lee calmed me down, she mentioned that the "cards were just in case our names were spelled wrong". Well if you known me a while you'd know that my name is never spelled correctly. The last official letter I received - which was because I missed a school immunization- stated that my name was Yale Bogdanovh, I feel pretty safe putting that up on the Internet due to the fact that it is very very far from my name. So returning to topic. Please cue a second panic attack.

The ride to the airport was in-eventful (somehow we managed to avoid all unlikely traffic jams) So instead of telling you about it, let me introduce the main characters of the story to you:

If you're actually know who's blog it is, you require no picture, thank you very much. If you haven't seen me for about a year: My hair has grown longer and has a slightly reddish hue to it at the moment, and I've grown a couple of cm, but that's it.

This is Amy. She's currently in my class and the whole trip we mostly stuck together.

This is Rita. She's in my class next year and this year she was in Environmental Studies with me. She will also appear through out the story.

This is Sarah. She's also in my class next year. She'll appear once or twice in the story, she's with Eric: but that's their business.

I don't actually have a non fuzzy photograph of Eric, and all the fuzzy photographs I haven't uploaded to my photo album yet, so a link to his picture will appear a while later. He's also in my class next year.

This is Burnie or Mitchell. He'll creep up here in there in the story, there's a town in Tasmania called Burnie which we didn't visit but saw directions a couple of times. He's also in my class next year.

This is Joe. Posing. He's a friend (and no you can't have him!). He's also in my class next year, he'll also appear here and there in the story.

This is Matt. In the centre of the photograph. He lent me a sleeping bag and he's in my class next year (and that pretty much summarizes his involvement in the story.)

This is Jason. He's very useful when you're screaming, panicking or running about (mainly because of a ghost tour).

This is Ms. Lee. She's this year Head of Year, or Year Coordinator, and organized this trip for us. She'll crop up in the story.

And now my finger are tired of typing and my mind begins to wonder, so this is the end of part one.

I haven't read throught this either so there you go.