Cedar Point Narrative

Many people have certain memories they just cannot forget. Whether it be life changing or the day you discovered your favorite book. For me, I will always recall the two short days I became best friends with people who were merely acquaintances before. From the moment I sat down on that bus to head off to Cedar Point with my choir, to the second I got off the bus.

The night before the most memorable adventure I’d have, I stayed the night at my friend’s house. We woke up with just hours of sleep due to the anticipation for our long awaited field trip. It was early in the morning and we got ourselves ready and in the car, grabbing our luggage along the way. I clearly remember stepping out of the car and walking into the choir room to meet the

exact people I’d soon be very close with. Boarding the bus and getting to our hotel seemed to last forever, but I was very much okay with that because along the way, we all sang songs and talked and laughed. Not long after entering our temporary home, we changed into our matching shirts and headed toward our performance. On the short bus ride there, my choir class had what I like to call a “Pitch Perfect” moment. After entering the building we warmed up our voices and were soon off to be judged. Later that day the class went to a restaurant to have our dinner. Once everyone was back on the bus, we were off to our hotel once more, to have a little down time before retiring for the night.
Our next day was much more eventful.

I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain

died down to nothing. The choir teacher instructed that we had an hour to eat and then it was back to the busses for the final time that trip.
Yet again, my small half of the group stuck together except Jamie, she rode a different bus. The four of us headed towards the back while Izzy stayed up front. I sat by the window, Marissa next to me, Iven behind me, and Heidi next to Iven. At this point in the day, everyone was exhausted. Not even ten minutes into the ride, Iven and I had reached a point where we were far beyond exhausted and weren’t even tired anymore. We had slipped into this bizarre state where everything was funny. Iven and I became loud and rambunctious, joking around and laughing. Heidi decided to move to get sleep while Marissa joined in. This wasn’t liked toward the front of the bus because we kept them up, it was all an accident, I never meant to be that loud. In all honesty, I don't regret it though, it was the best part of the whole trip. Halfway home, we stopped at a McDonald's and got a “midnight snack.” Inside the McDonald’s Iven and I had apologized for being so loud. Marissa had bought me an Oreo frappe for the rest ride home. Five minutes after we left the restaurant Iven had spilled his Oreo frappe all over the girl next to him, I was not far behind, because I spilt mine all over myself not long after. Somehow I managed to get some sleep before we arrived back at our starting point; the school’s parking lot.
Throughout the whole experience, I become closer to my friends, who are now who I consider some of my best friends. Sitting at the back of the bus at ten something at night laughing and talking with them. Then when we stopped at McDonalds to pick up a late night snack, those are things I’ll never forget. That trip to Cedar Point may just be my best mini vacation, I have been on yet.