What a Friggin Nightmare
Well. Where to start. I got to the airport with Flic on
Thursday, 10th at 6am only to find out that our flight had been
cancelled. There was a fire on board the night before, but did they
bother to call us? Of course not. We spent nearly an hour arguing with a
Virgin Blue attendant, until finally we had to swich our flights to
Qantas. We got on the plane (Melb to Brissie), and before the door even
closed (gory details, sorry) i started throwing up. Nerves. I missed the
entire safety demonstration and it was about halfway through our flight
by time i had calmed down. We got off that plane, waited an hour and
then got on our next flight (Brissie to Rockhampton) and Flic threw up.
Great pair we are.
We eventually got to the Great Keppel Island (via two planes, a boat and
a bus) and spent the night in a 43degree room, with me throwing up all
night. To spare you the details, I had to go visit a doctor back on the
mainland a few days in and he gave me an injection and anti-biotics,
which were great seeing as i couldnt keep anything down. Long story
short, i was sick all week, vomiting, fainting and to top it off,
twisting my ankle on the last night we were there. we managed to go
snorkeling and go on the glass bottom boat (which made me sicker) while
we were there, all the while Flic calling home to mummy telling her what
an awful holiday her little princess was having. Well join the friggin
club! Needless to say, im not on the best terms with Flic at the moment.
Anywho, trip home was another mess. The bus broke down, we had to wait
half an hour to catch another one. We got to Rockhampton airport just in
time, they were already boarding. You'll never guess what - I GOT PULLED
UP BY SECURITY!!! DO I LOOK LIKE A TERRORIST TO YOU?! They convinced
themselves that I had a pair of scissors in my bag, which i went through
and emptied, all to be accused of taking the scissors out. Augh.
When we finally made it back to Melbourne airport, i got a phone call
from my neighbour who was picking me up - their car had broken down. I
was left waiting by myself (Flic and her entire family left me in the
airport at 1am, alone. Hm.) for half an hour until they finally made it
and took me home.
My principal died on Sunday night, which topped everything off. She'd
been battling cancer for years and her funeral was today. You should
have seen it - there were so many people from school, we all made a
guard of honour and it went down the street and around the corner. Ms.
Salvatore would have been proud. There's a memorial service on Tuesday
just for the school which will be hard, but she's worth it.
They're doing blood tests to find out what's going on, he thought it was
stress, but ive been feeling funny for a while now, so he's just making
sure there's nothing (else) i can add to my medical list.
Five special words - There's No Place Like Home.
Ms. Filomena Salvatore
Principal of Avila College
1995 - 2005
Thursday, 10th at 6am only to find out that our flight had been
cancelled. There was a fire on board the night before, but did they
bother to call us? Of course not. We spent nearly an hour arguing with a
Virgin Blue attendant, until finally we had to swich our flights to
Qantas. We got on the plane (Melb to Brissie), and before the door even
closed (gory details, sorry) i started throwing up. Nerves. I missed the
entire safety demonstration and it was about halfway through our flight
by time i had calmed down. We got off that plane, waited an hour and
then got on our next flight (Brissie to Rockhampton) and Flic threw up.
Great pair we are.
We eventually got to the Great Keppel Island (via two planes, a boat and
a bus) and spent the night in a 43degree room, with me throwing up all
night. To spare you the details, I had to go visit a doctor back on the
mainland a few days in and he gave me an injection and anti-biotics,
which were great seeing as i couldnt keep anything down. Long story
short, i was sick all week, vomiting, fainting and to top it off,
twisting my ankle on the last night we were there. we managed to go
snorkeling and go on the glass bottom boat (which made me sicker) while
we were there, all the while Flic calling home to mummy telling her what
an awful holiday her little princess was having. Well join the friggin
club! Needless to say, im not on the best terms with Flic at the moment.
Anywho, trip home was another mess. The bus broke down, we had to wait
half an hour to catch another one. We got to Rockhampton airport just in
time, they were already boarding. You'll never guess what - I GOT PULLED
UP BY SECURITY!!! DO I LOOK LIKE A TERRORIST TO YOU?! They convinced
themselves that I had a pair of scissors in my bag, which i went through
and emptied, all to be accused of taking the scissors out. Augh.
When we finally made it back to Melbourne airport, i got a phone call
from my neighbour who was picking me up - their car had broken down. I
was left waiting by myself (Flic and her entire family left me in the
airport at 1am, alone. Hm.) for half an hour until they finally made it
and took me home.
My principal died on Sunday night, which topped everything off. She'd
been battling cancer for years and her funeral was today. You should
have seen it - there were so many people from school, we all made a
guard of honour and it went down the street and around the corner. Ms.
Salvatore would have been proud. There's a memorial service on Tuesday
just for the school which will be hard, but she's worth it.
They're doing blood tests to find out what's going on, he thought it was
stress, but ive been feeling funny for a while now, so he's just making
sure there's nothing (else) i can add to my medical list.
Five special words - There's No Place Like Home.
Ms. Filomena Salvatore
Principal of Avila College
1995 - 2005