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I thought I'd best write a Blog before I past out.

I'm totally drained from today. We had an excursion to St. Claire's in Canberra where we listened to people from Caritas talk.

The day started for me at 6 doing my hair and make up, and waking Mum up. So we got in the car and headed off. We arrived at the Bowlo, but noone was there, so we crossed the road and grabbed a coffee.

Mr McAteer and the Carroll Bus arrived. To be honest I was a tad bit petrified about going over the mountain in the little bus. I escorted Tayla to the loo and sculled my coffee, burning my throat and stomach. So we departed and headed up the mountain. I felt a tad bit better when The Wiggles came on on my iPod.

We finally arrived in Canberra and sat through the gruelling hours of lectures on Caritas and what they do. Did you know that 73 million children don't receive an education, and half of that are girls?! Yes thank you Celia, I wonder what the other half could be? And we should take some time to think about the word "When"....


God, even the Caritas people are abit weird upstairs. So we moved on. Recess, we had cake. It was b-e-a-utiful. And they have two dance studios, lockers and elevators!! But the thing I appreciate most about Carroll, is that it's a co-ed school. So we moved into small groups. There was a school from Pambula, so I didn't mind that we had someone else from the Coast there. It was good.

So we went on with lectures about Fiji and the poor people of the world, and farming and something else. I kinda zoned out when they said the priestly dude was coming to talk. Anyone reading this, please do not repeat to teachers.

When we left, we stopped at Queanbeyan Maccas for a quick lunch. Amy and Luke recapped on the fact that half the children that don't go to school are female, and encouraged us to take time to reflect on the word "When". It was hi-larious.

So we trekked home. I sat sideways and stared out the window, occasionally checking on the people who were sleeping to make sure they were still breathing. They were. As we went over the mountain, I was wide awake. I have a thing about sleeping on the mountain. So we got back safe and sound. We got off the bus and said farewell little bus. Turns out my back doesn't appreciate my sitting the way I did. And I'm paying for it now.

When I got home home, Mum walked to her computer and asked why there was corn on the computer. Hannah and I sat in the kitchen, trying to work out what was wrong with corn. Turns out it wasn't corn, it was actually corn-with-a-P.

So now I'm sitting at my computer, dying from exhaustion. I'm off to have some Apple Crumble and a hot shower.

And a word to bus riders, don't sit sideways on a single seat. Your back won't appreciate it very much.