Im back from my trip, and although the trip itself was absolutely awful I did get something out of it. It may have been cold, wet and very boring but I gained another adult that I can talk to and trust.
I didn't get a chance to get my note to head of year in the morning so I figured I would have to leave it. Anyway that evening when the teachers were coming around to get everyone to go to there rooms I came out to go to the bathroom I walked into my geography teacher. I had been crying a lot, she asked me what was wrong and I just said that I wanted to go home. She gave me a cuddle and took me to my room, she sat on the end of my bed and told me that it would all be worth it in the end as the trip work counts towards the coursework. That evening she came back to our room twice to check on me.
Next evening when she came back to check we were all in our rooms I was laying on the bed crying again. She came and sat with me and asked me if it was just being on the trip that was making me upset. That's when I decided that she if I did tell her how i really felt she wouldn't tell anyone so I said I could tell her but not here. We went out and she sat on the fire exit step at the end of the corridor for 40 minutes with me while I told her everything that was happening. No one has ever given that much of their time for me. She told me on the coach home today that I needed to see head of year as soon as we got back to school and then to go back to her so she knows that I am ok. But I was being picked up by someone so I had to go quickly, she said I could go find her tomorrow and tell her. I guess it was all worth it in the end.
