On October 13th, I went on my first college trip with my global history class to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for that extra credit.
I didn’t mind because I needed that extra credit in case I bomb my midterm, and it’s been a year since I went to a museum so overall it was a win-win situation-or so I thought.
We got to see little sculptures that represented ancient times like the ancient slaughter houses. I took it upon myself to make jokes about them to make my friends laugh and for myself to speed things up. I remember why I didn’t like going to Museums. They were overall dull. I wasn’t enthusiastic on learning about Ancient Egypt out of curiosity. I was there to listen to her tour and to take pictures so I can use the materials for my essay. We did get to see the famous William the ancient hippopotamus. We also ended up exploring other exhibits such as ancient China, Mesopotamia and Japan. Despite all the things I saw, the highlight of that day was the argument between Kevin and Michelle about Haitian mangoes versus DR mangoes.
The sad part came when I had to write my essay on Ancient Egypt-or so I thought. It turned out, we had to write an essay, but we couldn’t do it on Ancient Egypt. Why? Because we went to the trip. Basically, we went to the trip to have a tour around Ancient Egypt exhibit, which we took pictures and recordings of for essay, just to find out we can’t write an essay on Ancient Egypt because we took a trip around the exhibit.
We all found out the last minute too, so I had to close ten of my tabs and wrote a whole new essay on some Ishtar Gate.
