If I could recall any interesting moments in my life, it would probably be one of my first ever field trips, the Christmas nutcracker ballet show. 

It was an early morning around 2019, I had just woken up from a lousy sleep on the floor in my 3rd grade class.

“Who is excited for today guys?” my teacher asked, “Me, me, me, me” the class replied. We started packing our bags that same morning because we knew we’d most likely be coming back around the end of the day.

I unhappily packed my hot cheetos deep in my bags because I thought I’d be able to bring it along with me. Besides that I could feel my heart pumping with excitement because I knew this would be fun.

Finally the waiting had started, an hour had passed, we hadn’t moved an inch, another hour tick by, I could slowly feel my smile dripping. Another 20 minutes passed, the sugar rush I had been pumping in my blood had only started pumping slower, another 20 minutes went by and my body had officially relaxed, until I eventually had lost hope.

 “We totally aren’t goi-”  I whispered to my friend as my teacher cut me off. “Alright guys, stand up, the bus has arrived now, let’s go!”

I got on the bus not feeling as excited as I initially was but I still had some hope. We had just arrived at the theater. Nice smell, beautiful sight, magical feeling, all to what was expected. My excitement had been regained.

I watched as the ballet flew around, with their expressive facial expressions, and dramatic but impressive stage presentation. I was so excited you would have thought I was a fire cracker ready to explode. 

Just when the show was about to end I remember them bringing out fake snow flakes that twirled around the stadium making the experience feel even more magical. Ever since that field trip I will admit my expectations for any other field trips became very high.