Tuesday, November 15th, 2016
JFK Airport: Terminal 2
6:50 PM
C L I F F . P A R K E R
Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
Hex Code: #FF8C00
It was finally the day of the senior class fall trip. Clifford had been to Paris numerous times before, but that didn't stop him from being genuinely excited to return to France, but this time, with his friends and classmates in tow. The only thing that he wasn't looking forward to was the seven and a half hour flight from JFK to Paris. It was a red eye flight that the school had booked entirely for their students, leaving at 7:30 PM and getting in right around 9:00 AM, which Clifford preferred, at least. He wasn't a light sleeper, so falling asleep on the plane wouldn't be a challenge, and then they'd have the entire day in France for exploring, rather than only half a day due to a later flight arrival.
With only another fifteen minutes or so until boarding began, Clifford found himself sitting at the Wendy's in their terminal, Terminal 2, with a few kids from the lacrosse team. Even though the night was technically winding down, now, everyone seemed to be energized and ready for the upcoming week. There was nonstop chatter about the sights that they would see, and how fun the trip would be given that even though all of them weren't eighteen, and old enough to be served liquor in France, that they were all, at least old enough to be served wine and beer, and as they all knew, that was enough to have a good time. The students couldn't complain about the way that their school handled these trips, either. The students were all divided into groups of ten students, or so, and a teacher turned chaperone was assigned to each group. While the chaperone was responsible for the group's well-being, a lot of the time, they had a hands off approach, where they would simply give the groups a time that they needed to meet back at certain points throughout the day, but other than that, the students were free to explore as they wished.
Clifford left his friends at the fast food spot a bit early, in order to give himself time to use the restroom and then head to a retail spot to purchase a generous amount of snacks for the flight. On his way back towards the gate, he spotted Charlotte, and grinned as he approached her. "Ready for this trip, Miss President? Let's hope that it all goes well, so we don't have to accept blame for something failing when it wasn't in our control anyway."
JFK Airport: Terminal 2
6:50 PM
C L I F F . P A R K E R
Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
Hex Code: #FF8C00
It was finally the day of the senior class fall trip. Clifford had been to Paris numerous times before, but that didn't stop him from being genuinely excited to return to France, but this time, with his friends and classmates in tow. The only thing that he wasn't looking forward to was the seven and a half hour flight from JFK to Paris. It was a red eye flight that the school had booked entirely for their students, leaving at 7:30 PM and getting in right around 9:00 AM, which Clifford preferred, at least. He wasn't a light sleeper, so falling asleep on the plane wouldn't be a challenge, and then they'd have the entire day in France for exploring, rather than only half a day due to a later flight arrival.
With only another fifteen minutes or so until boarding began, Clifford found himself sitting at the Wendy's in their terminal, Terminal 2, with a few kids from the lacrosse team. Even though the night was technically winding down, now, everyone seemed to be energized and ready for the upcoming week. There was nonstop chatter about the sights that they would see, and how fun the trip would be given that even though all of them weren't eighteen, and old enough to be served liquor in France, that they were all, at least old enough to be served wine and beer, and as they all knew, that was enough to have a good time. The students couldn't complain about the way that their school handled these trips, either. The students were all divided into groups of ten students, or so, and a teacher turned chaperone was assigned to each group. While the chaperone was responsible for the group's well-being, a lot of the time, they had a hands off approach, where they would simply give the groups a time that they needed to meet back at certain points throughout the day, but other than that, the students were free to explore as they wished.
Clifford left his friends at the fast food spot a bit early, in order to give himself time to use the restroom and then head to a retail spot to purchase a generous amount of snacks for the flight. On his way back towards the gate, he spotted Charlotte, and grinned as he approached her. "Ready for this trip, Miss President? Let's hope that it all goes well, so we don't have to accept blame for something failing when it wasn't in our control anyway."