I am afraid an essay would be more appropriate to talk about my seniors’ field trip to London last week, but I’ll try to sum up.
We left on Tuesday late afternoon, without any troubles, the flight went smoothly, we arrived right on time at the restaurant. The schedule had been defined weeks in advance:
Day 1 (morning to mid afternoon) Group A (the extra teacher’s group) : British museum/ Group B (my group): Madame Tussauds and the Sherlock Holmes museum. Then, both groups were supposed to meet in Camden. That was the plan.
That didn’t exactly happen like that. Due to traffic, Group B arrived one hour late to Baker Street, causing a major delay. The whole “mid afternoon” element was taken extremely seriously by Group A, which means that at 3:03 pm, I received phone calls saying that Group A was waiting for Group B. That was the only bum note of that day.
Day 2 was utterly different, because I realized that I needed to be more structured. Managing kids and managing adults is not that different after all: “be careful when you cross the street” “don’t walk away from the group” “watch your belongings”… It was funnier than the day before, but we couldn’t do everything we had initially planned. We visited Trafalgar, St James’ Park, we wandered around Buckingham Palace and ended up in Westminster, where we ate in a Pret a Manger. We were supposed to go to the Tower of London, but we all went to Kensington Palace instead.
Some of my students decided to finish the day in a pub, and the others (including their beloved teacher, aka me) went to Motown, a musical about the eponymous label. I was especially glad when I realized that one of my students had spent the entire evening talking to a Yorkshire native (without my help)!
Day 3 was more challenging because everybody was tired, everybody had something else in mind and well, that led to some strange situations. That’s how I realized that managing people was definitely harder than what I expected (I used to manage a small team when I was in real estate, not 12!). I even had to yell so loudly in Victoria Rail Station than fifty people looked around, confused: half of my students didn’t listen to my announcement (“our train is platform 14”) and entered in the wrong train (platform 15)! Fortunately, the employees helped us finding them, but it was a close call.
In overall, they enjoyed the experience, I learned a lot (about patience, mostly), and they all asked me to organize another field trip next year!