... But I'm Not Complaining

All of my friends and form are in the city right now, or on campus enjoying their last break as a VI former. I on the other hand am in glorious key Largo, with a terrible trip adviser who thinks that I will willingly adhere to her tyranical methods of control like everyone else.This teacher, call her... Ms. Flacks... is the least pleasant and most annoying, obnoxious, repulsive human being I've vme across in recent memory. She alone has turned bronzing sunshine into bleak rain, clear blue waters into murky brown sewage, and interesting marine organisms into pesky and mammals.
Her presence makes my skin peel as if I had been in the sun too long, her voice makes my ears feel flooded with water, and her figure actually makes me wish I were home. She has turned a potentially great experience into just another school trip.

This trip has truelt been indicative of my time at SPS: I experience a completely ridiculous situation, I rebel against the cause of that situation, I establish myself as "that guy", and I repeat.The only difference I see between my time in key Largo and all of the other wack situations I've found myself in while at SPS is that now I have the abilit to blog about it.

(And just to tie this back to the title)...

It may sound like it but I'm not complaining.