Make-up story using often confused words

We got off the bus, and Principal Jones directed us to our site. The class was going on a field trip to Mount Everest, and we would soon begin our trek up the mountain. The weather at the bottom of the mountain was quite fare, however we did not know whether or not the conditions at the top would be as favorable. Suddenly, the wind kicked up and Mr. Jones began to lose the directions right out of his hands! How did they become loose? Beginning to panic, Mr. Jones climbed onto the stationary bus, using its rooftop as an altar. With both hands cupped around his eyes to block the sun, Mr. Jones looked as far as he could but the directions were no where in sight. Everyone was beginning to get angry because we had traveled so far, but now we did not have the right directions to find the track that would lead us safely up the mountain. It was not fair!

Aggravated, Mr. Jones decided to take a walk to blow off steam. "Look! Over there!" someone screamed. It was a piece of paper stuck against a large rock pinned down by the force of the wind. Could it be the missing directions? We were too far away to know for sure.
"Get your backpacks, and follow me! Hurry!" said Mr. Jones as he ran towards the rock.
Mr. Jones finally arrived at the location except he looked puzzled. He realized the piece of paper was too high to reach and began climbing the side of the mountain. "You're gonna fall!" someone screamed. Two of the tallest guys went over to help hold onto Mr. Jones whose feet were about to slip out from underneath him. Glad for the help, Mr. Jones took in a deep breath pondering what could have happened and the effect of a possible fall.

The class stood staring with anticipation as Mr. Jones grabbed the piece of paper. He threw it down and stomped it to the ground; it was only a piece of stationery. "Stationary!" shouted Mr. Jones. "How cute" he continued, "Someone tried to write a love letter, only they forgot to cite Shakespeare!" You could now see the vein popping out of Mr. Jones forehead as his sarcasm heightened. This field trip was turning out to be a nightmare. All the commotion was begining to affect and alter everyone's mood, especially Mr. Jones.

"It's getting late!" someone whined from the group. "Can't we just start climbing?" said another. Mr. Jones faced the class, rolled his eyes and said, "You all know the principle for mountain climbing. One must follow the path because it is the safest way to go. Plus, the guide has a copy of our route and in-case something should happen, they will be able to send out a rescue team!" His voice went from yelling to a low pitched growl. The way he was talking, someone should be preparing our funeral rites!

"Everyone set up camp" said Mr. Jones. "We better take advantage of the remaining sunlight while it lasts." His voice was somewhat back to normal this time. "We will just have to accept the fact that the directions are gone, and we'll have to contact the guide through the radio tomorrow morning. For now, we have to be patient."

Early the next morning while most of us were still asleep, Mr. Jones went to the bus to get the radio. It wasn't there! He searched his backpack, but it wasn't there either. He started rummaging his way through everyone's tent in search for the missing radio. "First the directions, now this!" exclaimed Mr. Jones. "Now this isn't funny, who's got the radio?! Most of the class just pulled their sleeping bags over their heads, trying to block out Mr. Jones and his ranting...is it time to go home yet?!