Post-script- Saturday, March 2, 2013

The kids seemed to have a great time on the boat last night. The DJ had them going. The best part was when Mr. G. threw down in against a student in a dance-off. When the student was beat, Mr. P. stepped in against him. Everyone was roaring at it. But I found myself wondering by the end of the night, "Why are we on a boat?" Since it was dark outside, it was hard to see out the windows, and the focus was on the music anyway. One kid even said to me that he forgot he was on a boat. I suppose one benefit was the security. Our group had a whole deck to ourselves. There was supposed to be another private party two decks up, but we never intermingled. But I also know that we didn't know that was going to be the case until we got there.

It's morning and we're planning a stop at the Holocaust Museum today. I've never really wanted to go see it because it seemed like such a depressing way to spend vacation time. I understand why we're going, and the English teachers do a Holocaust unit with the 8th graders, so it makes sense, but I'm not really looking forward to it. After that is the looooong bus ride home.