school outing

School outing

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The class drove upland skiing, I hated snow, always have

cold and clammy.

I put the ski on and fell over, to the delight

of other boys, snotty little bastard.

The fastening on my skies didn′t fir gave me

ulcer on my left heel.

I took the bloody skis off and hid them behind a hut.

A teacher told me to put them on, I refused and had to sit in the cold bus,

with the motor off.

God, how I hated every blasted moment of this outing

I′m not a team player, and snow is not a cosy blanket.

Other boys came the had frostbites and cried.

We left this snow hell, the bus started, and at last, I was warm

again, and plotting my revenge.