Cherie Adan
Matt Thomas
Language Arts 9, 5th Period
December 10, 2007
I hate surprises. My dad didn’t want to tell us what was about to happen until two days before we left. I found out two months before. We were going on a trip to Alaska. It would be my first time flying. We flew to Seattle, wich is the best place in the world. Weird people, giant trolls under bridges, and all. We got on a cruise ship that took us to Juneau, Alaska. It is so beautiful there! It wasn’t very cold, either. We went whale watching and saw tons of killer whales.
The next stop was Scagway. We just went and saw some 1800’s screw balls and ate fish. It made me depressed to see everyone so happy about everything. I mean come on, why do people get so excited about that kind of stuff? It was actually the best fish I’ve ever tasted. And no, it wasn’t the screw balls that made it better. They were all really old and not to mention, UGLY! Then we went to Ketchikan. I went on the biggest series of zip lines We went 135 ft. off the ground. Big deal.
We also went through glacier bay. When we were on the cruise ship some gosh darn lady kept on talking about it over the intercom. So I decided to go out on the deck onto the sun bed things and I fell asleep. That was the best nap ever! I slept for like 8 hours.
The last stop was Victoria, Canada. We went to this really great museum and saw the Titanic display. (Yeah, yeah I know what you’re thinking) I hate the movie with a burning passion, I mean I really do. But I really love the Titanic stuff. After that display we went to this one part of the museum. It was this little town. It had a silent movie theater and lots of other really amazing stuff. A little Chinatown was placed in the back. I tried to take pictures but my gosh darn camera flash wouldn’t work.
The next day we got back to Seattle, on Fathers’ Day, actually. The clouds were gray, you know, typical Seattle weather. Some lady my dad hired took us to the airport. She was really rude, I tried to ask her a question about Starbucks and all she could say is “It’s a coffee joint, Kid.” I am done talking about this, I don’t know why I even told you about this. I hate it. It makes me feel like I’m bragging. I hate people who brag.
