Willow class head to London
Alarm clocks chimed an early morning. Excitement charged the atmosphere, heavy eyed, I slumped out of bed. It was the greatest day of school; we were going to London. A crescent moon still held its place in the navy blue abyss as we loaded the bus. It belched a cloud of mist into the air, frosted grass tips glinted in the light as we rumbled onto the road.
Traffic built on the motorway, we were now in London. As we rose onto a bridge, flats pointed to the sky, denting it. After the long 2 hour journey, we dragged our weak bodies through the entrance of the museum. We stared in wonder at the doors, they were amazing themselves, and the gold statues stood in the centre of the world’s attention. Adults fussed and rushed to be the first up the marble stairs. Eyes widened, mouths opened and brains buzzed with excitement as we passed through the first room. I couldn’t imagine how long it would take to explore the entire museum.
After putting our bags down, we settled down in our seats in front of an immense screen. We had a presentation from a historian about Ancient Egyptian mummies. There was even a sand burial mummification. Then we entered a room of mummies and coffins, with artefacts as well. We saw the sand burial and it still had hair on the skin! There was a scattered skeleton inside a box with the skull on top.
Then we retreated to the next amazing sight; Buckingham Palace.
Willow Class London Trip
With heavy eyelids, we crawled out of bed, reaching for our clothes. The day had come, we were off to London. Buzzing with excitement, we shot out of the door, prayed we had remembered everything and grouped up outside Stone with Woodford School, eager to get on the coach. Leaping onto the bus, Willow class found their seats; fussing over where to put our belongings. Slow minutes past, but finally we set off, starting with a shout of joy.
We scanned frost covered fields; eerie fog lingered inches off the ground. It seemed to take a long time going through the countryside, but once we had entered London the scene changed completely. Driving through the city we all spotted exciting landmarks. From entering London, it was another forty-five minute drive to the British Museum; our first stop.
Finally, we arrived. Queuing outside the museum, a load of other, enthusiastic schools followed us into the museum. As we were running late, the class had to hurry through part of the building.
Next to the door of the lecture theatre we were attending a talk about Ancient Egypt in, a member of staff (specialising in Egyptian facts) showed us in. The room was like a cinema. The lights were dimmed, rows of seats descended from the door, down to a vast screen. Walking down the stairs, the class got front and second row seats. As our class was the first to arrive the woman started the presentation. Once we were part the way in, the other school joined us. After they had sat down, the woman went on with the presentation. She showed us mummies and preserved bodies under CAT scans. When the lecture had finished, the class made their way to the galleries.
In the Egyptian rooms, everything was extremely vast. There was lots of artefacts and statues. Once we had gone through the first gallery, the class made their way to the four Egyptian rooms.
The first Egyptian room was based on tomb decoration, the second was on artwork, the third on mummies and Gebelain man and the fourth room on Egyptian stones.
Willow Class' Trip to London
With nervous excitement, I ran out the door, and past the bus: it was the moment we’d been waiting for, this was it... we were going to London! Nothing could dampen our spirits, suddenly a warmth left my body-could I get lost? My partner on the bus could sense my worry, “You’ll be fine!” she told me. Fighting off my nerves, I stepped onto the bus. Taking my seat and fastening my seatbelt I imagined what we were going to do, it would be fun! My emotions were a mess, as I shifted in my seat: nervous, exited, eager!
Staring out the window in awe, I admired London’s beauty. But there was something that was not beautiful in the slightest way: the traffic! It took half an hour to escape that traffic, half an hour! We pulled up at a dirty cream building. This is the famous British Museum? I thought to myself, looking at the building: I was shocked. Exiting the bus and entering the British Museum, the corridors were filled with priceless artefacts from all over the globe, and places I didn’t know even existed.
Finally, we reached the theatre where we were to be shown how they made their mummies and how mummifying evolved from times when there was mummies like Gebelein man. The key to their preserving was dehydration. We were shown C.A.T scans of the mummies, we got close-ups of them from different angles and we learnt about the different charms. After leaving the presentation, we entered the Egyptian galleries.
We saw statues of pharaohs, sphinx and even a colossal scarab beetle. There had got to be over a hundred tomb paintings. Some had been chiselled to ship them over, but some had not a scratch. To my surprise at pride of place in the centre of the galleries was the Rosetta Stone.
Room 63-64 housed the mummies. There were 120 mummies and 70 cases! We saw mummified cats, bulls and humans. Canopic jars of gold and silver surrounded us as we proceeded through the rooms.
The British Museum
Alarm clock set for six, it started to vibrate off the side of my bed. I leapt out of my bed in excitement and made sure I had everything packed and ready to go. Soon after that I got to school and everyone piled onto the bus and took their seats; the frosted fields crisped until the sun shone.
I knew I was in London because of all the horns going off and erratic drivers. Then I saw the British Museum, towering over every apartment. As I took my first step into the museum, I saw the crystal glass roof soaring above us. Then I went into the theatre room and watched a clip about how the body reacts to the heat and sand. After that we went to all the rooms with king’s stones, which they were buried with.
Soon we left the glorious museum and walked past Buckingham Palace, the home of our queen, and Saint James’s Park plus the Mall.
Rude parents hastily roused us as we hauled our exasperated bodies out of bed. Eyelids heavily drooped over the whites of our eyes, electric emotions clamoured in our heads and butterflies danced in our stomachs. We’d been waiting for this moment all week; we were going to London.
Eagerly urging our parents out of the front door, we marvelled at how dark it was. With heavy bags in hands, and a combination of eagerness and nervousness rushing through our bloodstreams, we all made it to the school on time: it was five to seven.
Rushing us onto the bus, Mrs Murrin gave us each a clip board with work sheets, then she clambered on herself.
On the plush, comfortable seats no one sat still. Either they were jittery with excitement or shaking with nerves. Our heads span with thoughts: How long would it take to get there? What would we do there? What would London be like? As we entered London, one answer was certain – it would take a long time.
Along the way, many of us marvelled at the car garages, and some played games.
Then we arrived.
The immense size of the museum surprised us, and the glass dome was being cleaned, which didn’t calm our jumping nerves. We paced through the polished, wooden doors and headed left, oblivious to where to go. We followed the teachers uncertainly, but we made it to our destination, in the end, after descending a flight of stairs into a hall. We strolled towards the sofas which stretched along the right interior wall, to stop for a swift snack.
Continuing our journey, we then were summoned into a large hall with a countless number of seats, like a cinema. After being seated, and waiting for another school to come in, we were lectured about decomposition – the process of rotting – and dehydration – when a body dries out due to not enough water.
We were then dismissed to explore the ancient Egyptian part of the museum in our groups.
To our surprise, none of the statues were small. They all towered over us as we stared at them with intense eyes. Then we tracked our footsteps back to the flight of stairs, turned left, and had lunch in the large room where we had dumped our bags. Then we explored another Ancient Egyptian section, filling in worksheets as we slowly made our way around the complex of rooms.
Then we retrieved our bags and exited the museum. It was sad as we left, but it was a great experience, our trip wasn’t over and it felt amazing to inhale fresh air.