Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Class Trip


The teachers were snapping pictures. The firefighters were snapping pictures. Passer-byers were snapping pictures. And the kids just grinned and grinned and grinned.

I thought as I walked away their class trip was way better than the one we took in first grade to the police station on Delancey and Clinton. There they showed us the cells and gave us stern warnings.

3 comments:

Melanie said...

WOW--definetely a frightening experience for a young child. The only class trip I ever had was to the Smithsonian and I could not go cause I had to have my tonsils removed. Ouch.

Goggla said...

I remember the fire fighters visiting my school and telling us a terrible story of a girl who watched her parents burn to death in the family home because they were careless enough to wear bathrobes with floppy sleeves while cooking over the stove...to this day, I will not cook in a bathrobe, so those firemen did their job.

Where was the police station? Is it something else now?

c.o. moed said...

Ah the trips we took. We went to DC and I remember insisting on wearing a pair of culottes I hadn't quite finished in 7th grade sewing class. sigh.

and the corner is now apartment buildings. That old station however was the stuff you see in gangster movies.

We had firefighters come to our school to teach us about not mixing ammonia and clorax and to tell our mommies that because it could kill them. We also had the sanitation department show the same terrifying film every year which included a 9 foot rat coming out of a hole the size of a dime.