Abi: Soft Grass [26/30]

Arcadia was a weird place in general. The biggest talk I remember in school was about the rodeo. The whole place was a bit old fashion (well, for Florida), and it had a very southern cowboy style to it.
One of the strangest fieldtrips I ever had while there was to the water treatment plant that sat behind the health department. It was… interesting disgusting. I don’t remember too much of the point, besides I guess we learned the cycle of how the water was brought in and treated… all I took from it, though, was my dislike of it… I remember there was talk about the sheer amount of corn you can find in the… liquid… and then us having to walk across one of the large containers filled with the waste…
Not something I would want to do again unless I will be pocketing a large sum of money at the end of it all.
Another field trip we had in Arcadia we ended up at a graveyard (in what I remember to be the middle of nowhere). This was the first time I ever remember the idea of walking around and in between the graves was expressed to be acceptable way to walk in a graveyard. They told us we needed to respect these people here, and not to walk, or play about, on their graves. I remember that kind of stuck with me.
I remember loving the trip out there. I know we stopped at a large above ground tomb and they told us some folklore about the person buried there.
On the same trip, while in the bus, I remember we had driven by a really old two story building and that we were being told about it, and something about soap made from human fat.
A very interesting trip indeed…
Another fieldtrip we took in Arcadia, was to the Outdoor Classroom, which I recall going to a few times.
I still remember decently in my head the picnic area, the trailer where we had a sit down class, and then the area with the cougars and the foxes.
It was a pretty damn awesome place, like a mini-zoo/state park area where we’d go through and hear about all the animals there and be among nature… I liked everything about it save for the sunlight part.
I remember in Elementary, 5th grade Mr. Phillip’s class, we had a fieldtrip downtown to watch the parade (for Veteran's Day, I think) and we had to actually walk there… which apparently we were not the only class doing so. It was a very tedious and boring trip.
I need a fieldtrip.