On 10th April 2010, a group of around forty students, including myself, and four staff set out on what was about to be one of the most memorable trips of our school lives.

We had spent six amazing days touring around Washington DC; we visited the White House, we went to Capitol Hill and we visited Ford's theatre. The majority of us didn't want to leave... We didn't know that our wish would come true.

In the early hours of April 15th, I received a text mentioning a volcano and airplane delays. When the teachers were told, the word spread and we knew we may not be able to make it home that day; there were tears of joy and of sadness.

When we got to the airport we were told that all flights were cancelled. Even though we were unable to fly home, my school and I were lucky enough to spend a night in the Hilton. The next day I assumed we would be on our way home; little did I know the severity of the situation.

After moving to the Crown Plaza hotel, all we could do was wait. We played cards, watched television, the teachers even organised museum trips to keep us amused.

After a week of waiting, we were finally given flights to go home. The whole trip was amazing, and even though we were miles away from home, I ended up having the time of my life.