London was pretty much like a big shopping spree for us, and having gotten sick from some questionable curry, one of the girls puked on the top of a double decker bus, causing a chain reaction of puking American students and a stream of vomit running back and forth as the bus turned corners. We got lost, took the subway, found the hotel, and called it a night.
The last night in London, we were all allowed to go to a disco. Most of us got drunk, the teachers were all there, too. We caught one ordering a beer, and demanded that she throw it away, or we each get a beer for every beer she drinks. She obviously wanted that beer, and we were a group of 20 satisfied students.
That’s where I met Nigel. Nigel and I danced for a while, we sat on some couch and talked, he asked me if America is really like all the movies. I asked which movies, he said, “American Pie!” I just laughed and said, “I don't think America is much different than this.” He asked a bunch of questions about my life and we had a pretty normal conversation.
Out of nowhere, he lightly grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. Having your teacher catch you making out with a guy in a dark corner at a disco is certainly no fun and pretty awkward. But, in all honesty, I did a lot less than other people on that trip. Next stop: Paris.
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