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We were sitting at the dinner table, middle of January, when my parents first broke the news. At first I thought someone was dying, but that wasn't the case. My mother and father (Anna and Thomas) told us that we were going to travel to Ireland in March. I'm not going to lie, I was super excited. So the planning commenced. The first thing that had to happen was to get that educational trip form signed. I knew it was going to be toughed, but I pushed through. I ran into some trouble when I asked a teacher to sign it. She said, "As a member of the school board I am unable to sign this form because you will be missing part of the PSSA's." I was really confused. So I had to wait an extra week to get my trip form back. She looked defeated when I got it signed by the principle. In my head I was thinking, "YEAH THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!". But for real I said, "Thanks maam." On the day we were set to travel to Ireland, I decided to go to school for a little to get my work that I was going to miss. I came home an hour before we had to leave to the airport. At that time I realized that I didn't start packing yet. So I had to rush around and get everything packed up, but I did it, so it's ok. My parents got us a limo to go to the airport in. Why? I don't know, they're crazy. So there I am in a limo, getting stares by everyone. We got to the airport, followed by getting on the airplane. I realized that we were traveling on the S.S France(A.K.A France Airlines). The people on the plane were quite annoying and a little boy behind me kept kicking my chair. The plane was also EXTREMELY hot. I thought I was burning/ that I was going to die. There was also a school group with us. My sisters and I were figuring out who would be a couple after the trip, because we have talent for such activities. But after 7 hours of agonizing torture, we landed in France. First thing I realized when arriving at Charles Degal or Something Airport: smelly. 2nd thing I realized: dirty. 3rd thing: they don't have a McDonald's. So I ended up eating a disgusting "pizza", if you could call it that. It was nasty, that's what I'm trying to tell you. We then boarded a small airplane that looked like it was going to fall apart while we were flying. It had 1 row of seats, really scary. So we took that plane to Ireland. When we landed in Ireland, it was raining and gloomy. But I was still excited. We met our tour guide, Derek. He was bald, and tall, and friendly. I would come to nickname him DerDer. The next 7 days were spent trying to catch up on sleep. By the time we were ready to go, I was finally used to the time difference, but whatever. My straightner also broke while on the trip, which was NOT good. My hair looked gross for the entire week. But other then that, the trip was a superb time.