Well, that was a stressful waste of a weekend
I'm not sure I'll ever understand why planes make me so tense while trains relax me. I don't mean psychologically either. The motion of the plane, especially in descents (and swerves, and ascents, and anytime there's any turbulence ever), makes me physically unwell. I was glad to have taken a seat clear in the back so that I'd have a good five minutes to sit and calm my stomach before I had a chance to get my luggage and file out behind everyone else.
I got over motion sickness for a while last year, but that was in the Dorms of Doom. There were three elevators, one was almost always broken, and the building was overcrowded thanks to sticking four people in a two-person apartment and two people in a one-person apartment. Needless to say, you got in the elevator, you were stopping at every other floor. (This got especially annoying once the elevator was full and yet you still had to stop for a person who couldn't get in anyway.) The only good thing about it was that my stomach had to steel itself for this kind of abrupt start, abrupt stop motion. Thus, planes were no longer a problem.
Then this weekend I had to use the barf bag for the first time. Never thought I'd miss having shitty elevators.
My sister graduated, so I got hauled off on finals weekend to attend a two-hour ceremony she was a part of for approximately 8.2 seconds. Got back to a desperately lonely cat and a giant package about five times taller than it needed to be that contained the tablet. Now I just have to set it up and rush through some art homework that I really would have liked to have done on Saturday or Sunday. That is, if I can ever shove this cat off my lap long enough.
Just to end things on a random note, I've been staring at a moving ad on LJ that's been replaying the whole time I was writing and it pisses me off. It depicts a classroom where a young girl is raising her hand eagerly while a boy snoozes in the background. The girl has a 1.2 GPA while the boy has a 4.0. I find it rather insulting, or more proof that school has lost focus of its purpose. If a child who is clearly not learning a damn thing (judging by the whole not-paying-attention-in-class bit), but still getting good grades, why the hell is he even going to school? He already knows this shit! And why is the girl being punished for participation and effort with a poor grade? Am I the only one who thinks we should be going to school to learn, not learning to do well in school?
I got over motion sickness for a while last year, but that was in the Dorms of Doom. There were three elevators, one was almost always broken, and the building was overcrowded thanks to sticking four people in a two-person apartment and two people in a one-person apartment. Needless to say, you got in the elevator, you were stopping at every other floor. (This got especially annoying once the elevator was full and yet you still had to stop for a person who couldn't get in anyway.) The only good thing about it was that my stomach had to steel itself for this kind of abrupt start, abrupt stop motion. Thus, planes were no longer a problem.
Then this weekend I had to use the barf bag for the first time. Never thought I'd miss having shitty elevators.
My sister graduated, so I got hauled off on finals weekend to attend a two-hour ceremony she was a part of for approximately 8.2 seconds. Got back to a desperately lonely cat and a giant package about five times taller than it needed to be that contained the tablet. Now I just have to set it up and rush through some art homework that I really would have liked to have done on Saturday or Sunday. That is, if I can ever shove this cat off my lap long enough.
Just to end things on a random note, I've been staring at a moving ad on LJ that's been replaying the whole time I was writing and it pisses me off. It depicts a classroom where a young girl is raising her hand eagerly while a boy snoozes in the background. The girl has a 1.2 GPA while the boy has a 4.0. I find it rather insulting, or more proof that school has lost focus of its purpose. If a child who is clearly not learning a damn thing (judging by the whole not-paying-attention-in-class bit), but still getting good grades, why the hell is he even going to school? He already knows this shit! And why is the girl being punished for participation and effort with a poor grade? Am I the only one who thinks we should be going to school to learn, not learning to do well in school?