Day 1: I was so excited, I woke up an hour earlier than I should've. I haven't been to Italy since forever. Well, in any country for a long time. I packed my bag a day before, yes, I was a 100 pages in the Dracula book back then. My Tablet, which I wasn't actually allowed to take but I wanted to finish watching the first season of Twin Peaks.
My grandma and my dad already prepared our suitcases. Since the whole school is going on separate trips and departing on the same day, everything was more stressful and packed. My little sister, which goes by the name Sky here, also went on a trip but to Salzburg.
And because my class went to Italy, 90% of the school was jealous, they wouldn't want to know what actually happened during it. I already talked to my friend Polina about meeting an Italian guy there. (Foreshadowing, it does happen)
I was one of the first people to enter the bus (luckily) and I've taken the seat I have envisioned in my dreams. It was perfect really. In the beginning it was very annoying, a boy let's call him Cornball, has a hugeeee crush on me since 5th grade.
And by the way, he's like idk 3-4 years younger than me. I'm just guessing. It was embarrassing because everyone from his class (he's from the parallel class) started forcing me to talk with him. And also, praised him for doing things that I didn't even ask him to do, you'll find out soon.
My friends were being weird with the boys from our class, and for them that are actually pretty much 'annoyed' by them and saying that they find everyone ugly from our school. Totally contradicts, because they played 'Kiss, Marry, Kill' and 'Truth or Dare' with them the ENTIRE ride.
I mean sure it's good for them but everytime my friend, let's call her Eli as an abbreviation, wanted to sit beside me after a short break, I was like 'sure'. Just for her to act bored and judge me for not wanting to play their games.
Basically, everyone was just going on my nerves and I ended up crying twice during the ride for some reason. (Another thing I have to note is, during the entire Trip I was crying) It was a seven hour ride, so I just sucked everything up and was reading and listening to songs.
When we finally made it to the Hotel, it was a relief really. The hotel was yellow, had many Balconies. I took my suitcase and was called over by my teacher (the one I told you all about on the first Blog Entry) that I should tell my birthdate and my hometown/place of birth.
It was at the Reception and when I looked over at the guy with the Blonde hair and the pretty eyes. I knew right away, I was having a bit of a crush.
We then all went to our rooms, the mechanic was so weird, we tried to put the lights on but after 2 minutes all of them shut off again, but we had to actually insert the card in this slit and everything was on. It was very hard to understand at first but we got used to it. I had a girl in my room, who's also in my friend group, I'll call her Sofa.
And she was beside me the entire ride before we came to the hotel. And she kept talking about how she'll get a diagnosis and that she has dyscalculia because she only gets F's on her math exams. I told her a lot of times that I'll go to the office with her to meet the school psychologist to talk with her. But even when she hears my answer. She keeps asking the same thing again! It's as if that's all she can talk about.
At the end of the stressful day, we went to go eat some dinner at an Italian Restaurant. I couldn't eat much, because I got full incredibly fast.
An hour after that, we visited the beach and I collected some shells. I haven't slept well that night.
Day 2: I threw some clothes on, everything was dirty, full of sand in the sink, because Sofa had the glorious and most intellectual idea of all, to just empty her shoes, full of sand into the sink, which obviously has issues with drainage. That shi was stuck there for hours. And even the toothpaste didn't go down and mixed with everything else.
I ate some fruits that morning and off the bat we drove a long way to a boat (I cried AGAIN along the way), that boat lead us to Venice.
It was steaming, hot, agonizing amount of people there. Even though I did get myself a beautiful bracelet and a Pierrot magnet. There was too much going on, the alleys were very small and you could easily bump into people. I didn't have anything to drink, nor to eat. A tour was organized and I couldn't understand any of it because of the heavy Italian accent.
We were walking and we found out the other group got lost. So we waited and again, Cornball tried to shoot his shot but when a classmate of his asked if I liked him. I said: "Not in that way." And they were mockingly laughing while looking at Cornball. I pretty much couldn't care less about anything because I was very mad during the entire Trip and even about writing this. (I think you can tell).
While walking I had these stupid sandals on with a bit of a heel. And Jesus Christ, I was tripping all the time. Before the tour ended I tripped again but then I literally fell and everyone was making fun of me and laughing, and Cornball took the ventilator thingie, from Sofa that I accidentally let go of while I fell and gave it to me. And they all have him praise and started telling me that I should give him a chance and all that, but I was so mad already about everything.
We were there for a long time and when we finally came back. We all went back in the hotel to grab some things but because Sofa had the card and she wasn't there yet I wanted to run out. But then my Italian crush, said I was running the wrong way and the door is closed he showed me the exit and I responded with: "Thanks man" like dude.
We then went to the beach. Sofa decided to stay in the room, and I collected more shells. My friends didn't really care that I couldn't go swimming because of my period. They were far away and didn't want to talk to me at all.
Only one girl (also from the same friend group), let's call her Pinkie, she was really nice and wanted to hug me and when she ran, all the water went on my shorts. LMAO, but I love her a lot she's so sweet. I was so grateful when she let me borrow her short.
Out of everyone in the friend group, I'm honestly most fond of her. Because unlike Eli, she actually never really contradicted anything she said. I like Eli a lot but sometimes she can be extremely weird, not in a normal sense, but it feels cold, like betrayal when she acts like that, I can't describe it. She's extremely honest and she can be rude with her honesty, I have to admit that. But that's part of who she is.
When I came to my room, it was so tidy, so nice, the sink was normal and clean, even my pajamas were folded. I slept better that night and my friends already knew about my receptionist crush. (I did not know his name or his age)
Day 3: In complete and utter gratitude that morning, I wrote a letter saying: "What's your name?" And left it on my bed. Again we had another tour. I ate the same yogurt for breakfast. We went on another bus ride, for an hour and a half.
At first everything was cool. We were in a castle. I could understand the other woman better because her accent wasn't so strong. After that small part of the tour, we all took breaks.
And Cornball decided on giving me an ice cream. It was incredibly difficult to eat though. So when his classmates came they all laughed and praised Cornball again. And started shipping me with him and I said: "I don't anything to do with this relationship BS." And I left.
The tour went on, it was so hot and so many people again. We walked for 30 minutes and made it to the center of the town. (During that I had a panic attack and cried again) Where we all started our two hour break.
My friendgroup and a few other people, decided on going to the Pizzeria. And now we're coming to the Highlight (where things get even more worse)
So we all settled down, in our seats, the girls kept on ignoring everything I said and blaming things on me. Even though I obviously had a shitty mood because of this parallel class the entire time already. I ignored them and just asked for a drink because in Austria, we first ask for drinks and then for food.
And the waiter rudely said: We do not do drinks first, we always do food first. And I was like, sheesh alright. So I ordered a Margherita.
When it was Sofa's turn she asked for a Pizza as well. When she got hers she was repulsed by it, she left 70% of the pizza and called the Eggplants sour and called them squid. And we all found out she actually took something she didn't know, and never tried in her entire life.
Eli told her to take it with her and throw it away at home, told her that it's impolite and a waste of food, but Sofa called her annoying and told her to stop criticizing her. I just agreed with Eli, then Sofa looks at my pizza where I only left the crust. And she targets me and tells me that it's a waste of food. And I yelled at her and said I had an eating disorder. I paid and immediately left. I wasn't allowed to go alone.
But I did, I didn't come back for an hour. I came back on time walking back at the meeting spot but the teachers already found out. I haven't realized that both of the classes were looking at me, and I had many missing phone calls.
I then just told them the truth and I needed a break and everything because I got extremely stressed. Only my class teacher was being mature about it because then the math teacher would start acting unfairly towards me.
Everybody told me how worried they were about me and how much drama Sofa started. Because she also ran away and started crying. She even got attention by random people. Sofa was making stories up.
I was pissed because she's in my room. And even if I was only the third person. The teachers said that we had a fight and now everyone is treating me like a bad guy. I'm sorry that she has a victim complex and the mere IQ of 72.
When I got back to the room I saw that the letter was answered with: 'My name is Marly.' I was doing my own thing and Sofa asked weird things 'do you hate me now', 'what did I do wrong'. Girl please. I went out to Eli and Pinkie's room (with the rest of the gang) We all talked about it. We were all pissed.
And then I went to the balcony with Eli and I saw my classmates across from where we were standing and I waved and jumped.
Then suddenly my fuckass Math teacher enters the room and accuses me off JUMPING OFF THE BUILDING?? What the fuck.? And blaming everything on me. Like okay I know what type of man you are. I know that you hate me. And threw me out of your math group. And then he wonders why I'm depressed when he's literally treating me like I'm a rat? Please.
We ended up staying in the hotel and we played group games after we ate (I didn't actually eat anything because I was so stressed). It was the last day I saw my crush. I slept better. (Watched the 8th episode of Twin Peaks)
Day 4: I cried in the morning like crazy, I wrote a letter about the incident and the math teacher only criticized the way I write. My class teacher later on came to our room and he just patted my head and said that the letter I wrote was good and that I shouldn't worry about anything, which relieved me by a whole lot because I thought I was in deep trouble.
It was a bit different, we all just hung out at the town we were spending the nights in. It was my favorite day. Because we bought ice scream I hung out with my gang.
Before we all went shopping again, a friend told me the receptionist's age and name, I was really glad about him asking. I bought some stuff at the supermarket later on. It was chill. We went to the beach and the waves were strong. We ate pizza again but I didn't eat that much though.
That night I quickly wrote a letter in Italian. For my crush. With my number on it of course. I slept earlier.
Day 5: We had to go and I placed the letter on my bed, the same way I did it when Marly answered. Everything was packed and I was ready to go. We were all on the bus again. This time I joined in with the 'Kiss, Marry, Kill'.
And when I said that it didn't matter if I get boys and girls, because I'm fine with that (I'm bisexual) Eli made a weirded out face because I said it's fine if girls are in there. It made me feel bad ngl.
The whole ride was awkward and I was quite literally dead when I came home. But then I saw that the boy from the reception wrote to me.
(I know it's a lot but my Trip had sooo much unnecessary drama)
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