Washington, DC, part 2

It should really just be DAY two, not PART two, but whatever. I won't stray from my path if I know what it looks like.

We woke up and showered- two of us did. I forgot to mention in part one that only two of us had showered during the night, and this morning two did. So we got woken up by eight different teachers at different times, so i was pretty wide awake then. We just got dressed and got on the move down to breakfast, not much more involved. Demyx had brought a can of Monster, which is apparently a guys' energy drink, which is pretty funny because she brought Monster and beef jerky.
"I'm such a guy," she laughed at herself.
Anyway, she came down with half of one (The other half which I had downed; guys' drink or not, that stuff is AWESOME) and this dude named Andrea was smiling at us. We looked at him weird and he shouted for the whole lobby to hear, "YEEEAH!!! Starting the day of with a can of MONSTER!!! Niiice!!!" And he didn't pronounce it the normal way, he said "Naaiiiiiiiiiiiisssssse!!!" Which was pretty funny. Some of the idiot guys attacked the seniors' breakfast before the teachers told them we were in another room. The food was amazing, but I mostly piled up on bacon =p
Don't worry Mom; Dad. I had a bagel, too. =D
Anyway, we were rushed onto the bus right away and we just whipped right through the Air and Space, Natural History, and American History museums. The other groups got a long time at two, but we had two minutes at each. Lucky, lucky us. As if waking up at six in the morning after staying up after midnight wasn't joyous enough.
After that we grabbed lunch in this enormous food court (Though not as big as the Pentagon's food court, which is part of tomorrow's supremely long story) and visited the WWII memorial and the Korean and Vietnam war memorials.Two amazing things happened at two of these.
First was the WWII memorial. We were looking at the stars, they looked copperish, stuck up on this wall with an engraved marble stone below it reading: the price of freedom
One old man, I think he may have been a veteran though he wasn't wearing any part of the uniform or anything special (Or maybe his brother had just been in it, I don't know), shuffled up to me with his wife (Or so I guessed) on his arm.
"Can you read that?" He pointed at the stone.
"Sure," I said, kind of surprised. And I read it out loud to him. He shook his head in this really slow, sad way.
"Nothing that stars can express," he said quietly, and he just walked away. I was speechless. I don't even know how I felt about that, it was just..... kind of a WOW thing.
Then the mood was sort of spoiled by three of the school's most annoying, most superficial girls started squealing and taking pictures of these two guys.
Girls: Hey, what's up?
Boys: Nothing, you from Ohio? (We had been next to Ohio's pillar)
Girls: Yep. You?
Boys: Europe.
Girls:
OHMAHGAWDDDDDDD!!!!!! EUROPE??? THAT'S SO COOL!!!!!!! CAN WE TAKE PICTURES WITH YOU? *DROOOOOOOOOOL*
Because none of them are willing to believe they're not high school Hollywood stars. they weren't even cute. Seriously. I'm sorry to say it, but they weren't. just the fact that they were from Europe, and the hot movie stars CLAIM to be from Europe- in FICTION MOVIES, might I add- set all that off. It was ridiculous.
And the beauty was lost.
Though that did give us something to mock for, like, three hours! =p
Anyway, after that it was Vietnam. My friends and I, without even discussing it, walked along the wall slowly as read read aloud each and every single name in the middle line of the entire wall. The very last name we read, the only one on the angled slab of marble at the very end of the wall, was Jessie C. There were so many names in just one ling of the entire wall. It made me want to cry, and not many things do that.
We looked up and there was a part of a rainbow hanging in the sky...