School Junk Trip

The social committee (which I am one of the two members on the committee) sponsors a junk each year for teachers and staff. A’s friend has a boat, and we use him for the trip.

Everyone brings their own drinks while we proved some food. I was so happy I was able to go. I wasn’t going to because friend’s husband was going to be there, and I wasn’t comfortable being in such a small place with him, especially while I was going to be drinking.

M talked him out of going. He had told me before the junk that he had something else to do, but after the junk, he told me he had told him he needed to step out. I had helped plan the event, so I should have been able to go.

M and I drank gin and tonics. We all swam in the ocean. We ate pizza. It was not embarrassing to be in a swimsuit! All the other junks I’ve been on, I have swam in my dress. This time, swimsuit, baby!! I’m so excited. Small victories. I think I may actually buy a bikini top for the future. I may not have a perfect body, but it is much better than it was.

Anyway, a few of the teachers in my department, one of my teacher friend’s mums, and I all swam. The water was perfect. M brought us drinks put into bottles, so we could drink easily while swimming.

We sang and ate and overall just had an amazing time. I am so grateful I was able to go. The wife was on the junk as well. She didn’t really talk to me. From what M says, she isn’t happy with me because of her husband’s actions. He says it’s a Filipino thing. I feel horrible that she is upset, but I feel like she is upset at the wrong person. I guess it’s her choice.

Either way, I am happy I was able to go. It was so much more fun than I thought it would be. I love the people I work with.

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