In June of last year, my daughter’s sixth grade class took a field trip to a historical fort and battleground, but she asked myself and others to chaperone the trip. I thought this would be a good way to spend some extra time with my child and get to think her friends a little better. I will never make that mistake again. I expected the university to charter a bus for transferation. I envisioned a single of those comfortable buses that includes television screens, washrooms and air conditioner. Instead, both of us rode on a university bus for nearly several hours. That bus had to be at least fifty years old, and the shocks were absolutely worn out, however for safety reasons, the windows only opened a tiny crack and yet there were no seatbelts. There was also no air conditioner and the inside of that bus felt appreciate an oven. The outside temperature was up to 85 degrees by many in the morning with high humidity, but by the time both of us arrived at the historical fort, I had a extreme headache and was drenched in sweat. I abruptly realized that unquestionably few areas of the fort offer air conditioner or even shade. I encouraged my group to spend a good deal of time in the air conditioned gift shop. We then moved onto the air conditioned cafeteria. We hurried through the tour of the battleground and since the women were drinking so much water, both of us made countless trips to the washrooms, and after a unquestionably long day in the heat, both of us then needed to get back on the bus for several more hours separate from air conditioner or even a good breeze. I couldn’t wait to get home, turn down the thermostat and pour myself a chilled glass of wine.