Manchester Disaster!

Oh dear! I messed up my goals last weekend. It was on a day trip to Manchester city last Saturday, a trip organised by the university union.


My friends and I, as well as other students from other courses, we went for this trip by bus. We sat way at the back of the bus as all the seats were fully occupied with students happily chatting and were all excited for the day. We drop of the bus at Piccadilly at Manchester city. We were given a piece of photostated paper, with map that enable us to travel around the city at own will but be back at the coach at 4.45pm, as stated in that paper.


So, my friends and I, in four, we wander off aimlessly in the city, looking for tourist attractions and interesting whatchamacallit to snap photos with. It was fun at first, we spotted a lot of interesting stuff in the city, went to interesting places. but, as we were all ready to go home and back to the place where the bus first drop us off, we felt something was amiss when there are no one there, not a single student are there.


Then we started calling people and asking their whereabouts and only to know, they were already left the city and to the stadium at 1.30pm, way long ago and was to board the bus back Sheffield from there. Gosh! No one told us anything and the coach didn't even said it (even if he said or we missed it, we were sitting wayyy at the back and his voice was as soft as whispers).


So, I ranged the coach, told him the incident and made him wait for us as we rushed to Manchester Stadium where everyone is gathering. We took the taxi which cost us 10pounds! We lost another 6 pounds for not entering the stadium at all, it was included in our ticket.


That day, I was upset and sad. Real disappointed. I couldn't face anyone at that time, couldn't even face the coach when he apologises as I was so caught up with my anger and disappointment, I could even felt hot tears welled up my eyes.


Why didn't anyone tell us? Everyone has friends to tell them, why not us? Are we invisible at the eyes of others? My coursemates! Didn't they realise we were missing when they board the bus at 1.30pm? Didn't the coach ask "Anyone's not here?" and yet no one said anything? And at the stadium itself, when they were about to head back Sheffield, didn't any one of my coursemates, my so-called 4 years of classmates and friends realised I was missing and so as others? So, it's OK they were all safe, in their own groups and colonies while us, the invisible "groupies"/ "leftout" were missing back in Manchester? So...it's OK? After 4 years I have knew them...


I was so upset, I went back and cried my lung out in front of my boyfriend. I don't get it, they are not my friends or they never treated me as one? not even classmates? It's not like I never helped them before, in fact I never seems to hesitate before to help them in anything, be it assignments, exams or anything all throughout our 4 years of "friendships" and studies together. It was so hurt.


And so, yea, I messed up, I can't be positive that day, I was deeply overwhelmed with negativity. Sigh. What a day.