Oct 2008 - Morrison's Academy
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Page 38 The Morrisonian | 07/08 Secondary<br />
English<br />
S6 - Traumatic Tales of Duke of Edinburgh (cont.)<br />
started up this nemesis, hanging on to<br />
miserable weeds for dear life, feet<br />
slipping dangerously on the scree.<br />
Someone yelled in utter excitement<br />
how fun and exciting this was. Yeah.<br />
Shortly after this ordeal we met a<br />
couple of ‘Munro baggers’ who had<br />
clearly mistaken us for a group of<br />
outdoorsy freaks like themselves. We<br />
explained that we were on our gold D<br />
of E expedition and they beamed at<br />
us - they were obviously in favour of<br />
this torture of youngsters. We then<br />
realized that we were severely behind<br />
schedule (a major blow to the boys<br />
who continued to insist that a five<br />
minute stop is a sign of weakness)<br />
and marched for the rest of the day,<br />
as I told myself that I could not give<br />
up and be rescued… though the<br />
thought of the mountain rescue<br />
service arriving on scene to aid a<br />
group of courageous D of E'ers in a<br />
helicopter did appeal to me greatly.<br />
Feeling emotionless the following<br />
morning, I knew I must be entering<br />
the next phase of D of E. First dread,<br />
then despair, then comes laughing at<br />
yourself - and finally just not caring<br />
anymore. A little smile flickered across<br />
my face and I felt rather pleased with<br />
myself for having come up with this<br />
theory. (I had clearly become so<br />
brain-dead that I thought my theory<br />
both interesting and clever: a true<br />
cause for despair). I didn’t care that<br />
we smelled so bad that flies were<br />
starting to follow us. I didn’t care that I<br />
only knew we smelled bad because I<br />
saw the flies. I felt much better, setting<br />
off with a very munro bagger-like<br />
spring in my step. But then I got some<br />
devastating news: namely that we<br />
were to take a ‘short cut’ over a<br />
heather-covered, pathless mountain.<br />
This was another stupid idea. But it<br />
seems that the others had not been<br />
blessed with the short-cut taking<br />
childhood that I had, so we headed<br />
up the mountain. When I was<br />
younger, I had loved it, and even<br />
looked forward to getting up at 3am<br />
with my Dad to climb mountains and<br />
have breakfast at the top. This time I<br />
looked up to see that I was well at the<br />
rear of the group and feeling<br />
completely inadequate. I stormed off<br />
at top speed, moving at a glacial<br />
pace compared to everyone else.<br />
Furiously unhappy, I resolved that I<br />
would not be defeated by this<br />
mountain- this was the only way<br />
home. I pushed on resolutely behind<br />
the others, and finally collapsed over<br />
the top.<br />
The next stretch was thankfully<br />
downhill and I felt fantastic… I could<br />
practically hear the ‘Lord of the Rings’<br />
soundtrack echoing in the valleys! Oh<br />
my God. I was clearly turning into one<br />
of those people who I had sneeringly<br />
dismissed - a walking enthusiast. But it<br />
mattered not, for I was finally in the<br />
‘let’s keep walking’ frame of mind<br />
rather than the ‘let’s throw ourselves<br />
off that cliff’ one. On arrival at yet<br />
another campsite, we realized that<br />
the wind had picked up a few<br />
notches and had to engage in some<br />
full-on wrestling to get the tents up. But<br />
by this stage, I cared not a jot that<br />
civilisation did not exist- I lived in the<br />
mountains!<br />
Next morning we awoke to Mr Jack’s<br />
“Time to get up, folks!” in his usual<br />
cheery manner but no doubt he was<br />
feeling a bit disappointed - this being<br />
our last day and all. We packed up<br />
our tent for the last time (unless, as the<br />
teachers had enthusiastically<br />
recommended, we organize our own<br />
platinum D of E… I don’t think so). I felt,<br />
and most likely looked like, I had<br />
fought in battle but it mattered not as<br />
today was our last and I was going to<br />
finish this infernal ‘adventure.‘<br />
However, after about five minutes, my<br />
fairly optimistic attitude had vanished.<br />
The familiar facial focus of furious<br />
determination was back - a highly<br />
attractive look which I know will take<br />
botox years to reverse. As I fought<br />
through the thick heather, absolutely<br />
determined that I would do this, I<br />
listened to the boys who were starting<br />
to plan their next outdoor adventure<br />
and cheerily invited us to join them.<br />
Seriously, some of them can only be<br />
called as keen as teachers, having<br />
described D of E as a ‘total party.’ I, of<br />
course, thought this was perfectly<br />
ridiculous.<br />
A couple of hours later we could see<br />
some… wait for it… buildings! And<br />
looking from the highest point at the<br />
little town in the valley, glistening like a<br />
beacon of hope in the bright<br />
sunshine, I felt on top of the world. If I<br />
had broken my leg at that moment, I<br />
would have hopped; if it had<br />
snapped off, I would have rolled -<br />
nothing would stop my re-emergence<br />
in society and a hot bath! We were so<br />
close. It was then that I remembered<br />
one particularly humiliating<br />
expedition where every single<br />
member of the group had broken<br />
down crying, only to be greeted at<br />
the finish by our school’s<br />
photographer who forced them to<br />
climb another hill and stand in some<br />
ridiculous formation to pose for a<br />
photograph for the school magazine:<br />
Sweaty, Muddy and Greetin’ Spice, all<br />
smiling for the camera whilst<br />
everyone treated us like some<br />
national heroes returning from war.<br />
Surprisingly enough, that picture<br />
didn’t make it into the magazine! I<br />
looked up and saw the end point<br />
looming straight ahead. Cheering, we<br />
ran. Throwing down our heavy bags,<br />
our bodies feeling lighter than air, we