On Friday November 9, the entire junior class of Monmouth Academy boarded two buses to go to Owl’s Head Transportation Museum. We have been studying World War I and the Roaring 20’s. The history teachers thought it would be a good idea to see the cars and planes of those eras and up to World War II. After two hours on the bus with the oft heard questions of, “Are we there yet,” and “Where are we?”, and the joking comments of, “I have to go to the bathroom, and my butt’s numb.” We arrived only to find out we were half an hour early. Being slightly mature teenagers, some decided to start a who can rock the bus more contest, others pushed each other out of seats, and some just chattered. All just to get the early morning jitters out.

When my history teacher got on the bus, I dashed up to talk to her. My best friend’s mom had asked me to make sure she didn’t get hurt and to help her. She had both her arms in slings. My history teacher said it was okay and that I should stay with her and not worry about staying with my class.

After a short welcome speech, the class was spilt into three groups and I stuck to my friend like glue. We began with a short talk on the Wright brothers. We saw many pristine cars and planes, too many to count or describe. We saw many strange vehicles that remotely resembled modern modes of transportation. We saw Harley-Davidson bikes, Ford and Cadillac cars.

We saw devices that didn’t fly. We saw planes that carried passengers; we saw planes that fought in World War I and some that fought in World War II. We saw a replication of the Red Baron’s plane.

Half way through the tour we were brought outside. There waiting was a model T waiting to take us on a ride. The wind was cold, the engine was loud, and we were squished but we all had fun. After we got off the car the driver set off every horn, whistle and noise maker on the car. As he said it’s not a restored car unless the noise makers work. We all really liked that.

After we finished the tour we were given half an hour to explore and see in more detail what ever we wanted. My friend’s arms were hurting her so a group of us went and sat by the engine room. My best friend and I realized we had been here before when we were really little. She remembered the smell, and I remembered the brick arch over the engine room.

For lunch we went to McDonald’s. While we were eating lunch, we continued the conversation we were having about how to make a bubble so my best friend wouldn’t get hurt. She seems to attract accidents and disasters. About 45 minutes later we were rushed on to the bus. Many had to throw food away because we couldn’t bring food on the buses. We were all told we were running late. When we got back to the school at 3 o’clock, we found out we were half an hour early.

All in all it was a good day. Even if people were repeatedly told they were in the way of a picture, had their arms bumped into repeatedly, dodged having their picture taken. It was fun despite all the mad rushing and slight chaos.