I went on a similar field trip in second or third grade. Old victorian textile mill with a small cotton farm next to it. It wasn't August, though; I think it was October. Two niglets were in that class, too, and no one gave a shit. We were all just grateful to be out of the damned classroom.
MuricaPersonified 1 points 1.4 years ago
I went on a similar field trip in second or third grade. Old victorian textile mill with a small cotton farm next to it. It wasn't August, though; I think it was October. Two niglets were in that class, too, and no one gave a shit. We were all just grateful to be out of the damned classroom.