I didn't feel real safe in Washington D.C.
On the other hand, when I was 15, we went on an optional (you had to pay) trip to Hawaii, Australia, and NZ. People bought fake IDs in Honolulu, and everybody was constantly drunk (the ages were 13 to 17). While in Sydney, we had a curfew of midnight, but nobody ever obeyed that. The girls on the trip met guys and disappeared to do drugs while the boys went to a strip club called Porky's.
The teachers I guess considered everybody to be growing up a bit?
I always remember the twelve-hour flight from Hawaii to Australia, my poor science teacher (a heavy smoker) was not doing well with withdrawals. I offered her some dipping tobacco, but she refused.
Oddly, when at school, the teachers were extreme disciplinarians. I went to a private school with a strict dress code, with some sort of British aristocracy-esque image it tried to propagate.
New Zealand was boring as heck, everybody was hung over and complained constantly. My greatest adventure there occurred when I decided to try to roll down a huge hill and landed at the bottom smack on my bottom - in a sheep patty. Luckily no one ever noticed. I just did what my mom told me to do when I was little and peed myself: wrap your coat or sweatshirt around your waist so no one sees.