When we were making decisions about where to send Phoebe to middle school, it came down to two contenders. At the first school, the 6th grade travelled internationally. I think they had just gotten back from China. That school also had a pool. The second school we preferred for many reasons, but telling Phoebe–hey you get to go to a farm!-wasn’t exactly reaching that pedestal Phoebe had put the other school on.
Phoebe spent an entire week on a farm with her classmates! They slept there, ate there, did farmy things and had a wonderful time. I Found myself in the neighborhood of the farm while she was there so I stopped by for all of 5 minutes. I saw a few of her friends that told me: Phoebe has been stranded…which means she is in the mountains with a compass and a blindfold and has to find her way back.
Also, sidenote–the farm had quite an odor to it, and that odor came back WITH Phoebe.