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Good morning, Blogketeers!

I know I've mentioned that I am heading to Quebec in a few days. So you might be wondering: why would anyone hear about a skiing trip that involves an 7 hour bus ride with 100 rowdy 8th grade kids who barely understand the concept of personal hygiene (and who have also gone down in the annals of this school as officially the worst 8th grade class, EVER), and say, "Yeah! Sign me up!"

Because that's the kind of masochist I am.

Since I haven't skied in a year, I am relying on a combination of my radtagious ski-nom skills and pure luck to get me through the weekend. A friend offered to teach me to snowboard but I'm guessing the giant Mont St Ann is not the best place to begin my career as a professional boarder.

Yesterday I received warnings from no fewer than three teachers, with the disclaimer: "Watch those 8th grade boys. They're out of control." Watch them do what? Ski? I'm holding on to the hope, naive as it may be, that an entire day on a mountain in the cold will wear them out at least enough to ensure they will be in bed by 11 p.m. Then again, I may just be dumb. One of my parent volunteers mentioned, "Oh, you're chaperoning the ski trip? Great. Make sure my son doesn't end up in any girls rooms, ok?" Ok, first of all: if you think your son is going to end up in girls rooms, don't send him to Canada without you. Second, does that mean it's ok for girls to end up in his room? Or should I segregate him by gender the entire trip?

At this point, I just want to come out of this trip alive and unscathed. Is that too much to ask?