Yay to detoxification and being simply blithe. I almost forgot how great it feels to just stay in a bus seat for hours, stuff yourself with junk, and go wild with equally wild friends. Fieldtrips are the best, I tell you. :D

Through all the fieldtrips I've had, I've always been consistent in believing that the ride home is the best part. Everyone is just tired and rocking out, wishing for heavy traffic and an endless busride. It's a weird feeling, actually, to find that you've somehow escaped reality by going out to some far place and being unmindful of whatever time it is. It's exactly the sort of feeling that I'm craving for, no matter how temporary it may be.

Yay to the first fieldtrip of my college life (and extra yay to the middle folding bus seat which saved my partner- less life)!