The old school I went to was Charter Day School. Each year, the 8th grade took a three day trip to Washington, D.C; this took place over the winter break. At my school, by the time you got to 6th grade, you already knew about the “D.C. Trip” that you would be going on in the 8th grade. Everyone in my middle school looked forward to this event. The history teacher planned the D.C. Trip each year because it is an educational trip. In the 8th grade, there was one teacher that almost everyone liked, our history teacher Mr. Hodges. After a month or so into my 8th grade year he told us that he would be quitting his job at our school, so he planned a very good trip for our 8th grade class. We would be doing a few extra things on our trip than past years, one thing extra was a wreath laying at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers. Laying the wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers is a great honor, and four
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on our second day, I found out that I would be doing the wreath laying in the morning. We were at Arlington National Cemetery, which is where the tomb is, when they had to pull the four people; Me, Brenden, Ashlyn, and Alyssa from the group to get ready. We waited outside of the area that the guards stay for them to find our school’s wreath. It was an extremely cold morning, and there was a dense fog out during the morning, which eventually subsided by the time of the wreath laying. When everyone finally got to where we would be doing the laying of the wreath, one of the guards came up to us and told us what we had to do and made sure we understood. It was fairly easy, but we were very nervous of course, we were just talking with some of the most highly respected people in the U.S. The cemetery remained silent, the only noise was from a few people in the group nearby, the rustling of the trees as the wind glided through them, and the busy streets of Washington D.C. below us at the bottom of the gigantic hill scattered with
on our second day, I found out that I would be doing the wreath laying in the morning. We were at Arlington National Cemetery, which is where the tomb is, when they had to pull the four people; Me, Brenden, Ashlyn, and Alyssa from the group to get ready. We waited outside of the area that the guards stay for them to find our school’s wreath. It was an extremely cold morning, and there was a dense fog out during the morning, which eventually subsided by the time of the wreath laying. When everyone finally got to where we would be doing the laying of the wreath, one of the guards came up to us and told us what we had to do and made sure we understood. It was fairly easy, but we were very nervous of course, we were just talking with some of the most highly respected people in the U.S. The cemetery remained silent, the only noise was from a few people in the group nearby, the rustling of the trees as the wind glided through them, and the busy streets of Washington D.C. below us at the bottom of the gigantic hill scattered with