Lul.
Anyhoo, I went to Spain with school, like three weeks back, God time flies, feels like yesterday I was hobbling through the airport. You naughty minx that's NOT what happened, but we did meet some nice French Boys...NOT THE POINT, I will possibly get to that later.

We were in Spain, and on the last day, thank God it was the last day or that would have effed up the whole trip, we were going on a walk near the palace that the Royal DO NOT USE, cuz like, everyone's got a spare palace, it's just good business, and then we walked near this maze place which we weren't allowed to go in, so everyone was taking pictures of it, then there was this big group photo that I wasn't participating in, so I ran and jumped and waved my arms and all that m'larky, then (I need to add that I was wearing flat worn down shoes that skid on anything, and the floor was wet because it was miserable in Spain) I landed on my ankle at a weird angle and may I remind you, my ankle was being pushed down at the oddest angle by a high-speed nine stone photobomber, and then the rest of me landed. I must have flicked my head back as well, because I couldn't see properly for a while and everything didn't sound right, like if you put your hands in front of your ears, everything sounds quieter and distant. That lasted for five minutes.
So the teachers told me to stand up, go over to some railing and sit with my head between my knees. Then I had to walk on my badly sprained ankle to a bus-stop, wait there for twenty minutes, and there were no seats, I was standing. Then we got on the bus and I had to stand up for another twenty minutes. And some rude AHOLE stood on my foot, which DID NOT help. But after that we just went to the airport and sat around at Starbucks before getting onto the plane.

I was like the worst student to have to deal with on the trip:
-On the second day I was nearly sick because the night before I had stuffed my pale face with noodles and chocolate ice-cream.
-On the third day I was actually sick because we went to a theme park and I had had a slushie before getting onto a spinning ride, but I got it all in a bin and went on a roller coaster immediately after.
-On the fourth day I sprained my ankle.

But I did manage to eat three cheeseburgers at McDonalds in one sitting.
COW MEAT FOR THE WIN!

We met the French boys at the theme park, and they asked if we wanted to go on the big drop ride (you get strapped in, get lifted up so high you can see most of Madrid, then you get dropped back to the ground, its REALLY fun) and no-one else who was with me wanted to go on, so I went on and they were really nice and friendly. We spent like two hours when we got back to hotel trying to find their FB pages. But I don't have Facebook so I was being used as facial recognition reference.
They were pretty cool.

So yah, that was my Spanish trip.