expectations, frustrations, and hope once again

Months ago, our adviser who was also the vice principal of our school announced to the senior batch [that's us] that we would be having our educational field trip or exposure trip at Corregidor. This was a first for our school because so many previous senior batches have been wanting this trip but only us got it. Everyone was agitated and was looking forward to the said trip.
Weeks before the scheduled date of the trip, my friends and I were already chatting excitedly about the things we'd do there and the places we'd get to visit. Being an even-numbered posse was in our favor for choosing our busmates wasn't a problem anymore. And as for me, I asked ladypresident to be my buddy on the trip. She had expertise in History where I lacked, and that was our advantage, not to mention our bravadoat English together. Prognosticating things were inevitable at this point.
When it was already time to submit the reply slips or waivers that our parents would let us come on the trip, I asked my mom to sign it already telling myself that she'd approve. But to my surprise, she didn't. I thought that she was just procastinating things again but when I asked her again after a few days, she sternly said "no" yet again. Feeling frustrated already, I shared the feeling with my bestfriend-slash-someone;) and I was irritated because he too, didn't want me to come.
Being a spoiled bratt, I still said to our adviser that I'd come to the trip and return the reply slip whenever my mom was done with it. But yes, I hadn't been able to come. I mean, if I only had the money and all, I'd still go. For whatever I wanted, I always got. And this was always the case. But not this time, though. :(
Today was the scheuled date of the trip and since early morning, I've been receiving text messages from my class/batchmates that they wished I was there with them and that it was fun there. They are now in the hotel and enjoying hotel privileges. I wish I was there, too. :(
We had classes today, the people who hadn't join the trip. But I hadn't gone to school. Due to depression, or frustration, I really don't know. The only distinct thing to me now is that I want to be with my class/batchmates in Corregidor, swimming in the pool, too.
But I don't blame my mom or him for not letting me come to the trip. I just wish I'd find something good in this whole experience. After all, this was the first time I hadn't come on the field trip. And this was even the senior year. I'd lost my chances on joining the retreat with my classmates, sleeping in a hotel with them, and maybe even going to Corregidor. But, oh well, there's always a silver lining after the storm, right? I wish that mine would be there tomorrow when I wake up.
Night, guys! Comment some time, will you? :)