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So I have taken this opportunity to, you guessed it, update my livejournal. I realize that it has been a while and that I should be updating, because, let's face it, my life is far more exciting than yours at the moment. So let's see. i may start from the beginning.
Mummy, Poppy, and brother John accompanied me to Newark Airport. On the way, however, we had to make a pit stop at the Yale Bookstore. I got my spanish book that I needed, (the guy there praised me for actually picking up the book that I put on hold (I guess those Yalies are not very dependable))and then we continued, much to the dismay of the party. We stopped at a burger king at the Vince Lombardi rest stop. It was very interesting because it was cafeteria style. You just picked up what you wanted and then paid for it. It was mind-baffling.
Then we arrived at the lovely airport, which was fairly easy to navigate. However, I looked up at the schedule and saw that my flight had been delayed from 9:45 pm to 2am! What is that!? Well needless to say I broke down. I wa already so exhausted from being in the car four hours on the scary roads to NJ after not having slept much bc I left packing until the last minute (as in actually the last minute, right before we left for church (I actually forgot stuff, so we had to go back to the house, which made dad kinda mad, but all well)). So there I was in the airport, crying, bc let's face it, going to England for a semester, when you have never lived away from home, is kinda scary. And the family couldn't stay with me because they all had work and stuff the next day. So I waited by myself for a while, just trying to calm down, which was difficult because my stomach was in my throat. So I tried reading my Entertainment Weekly that had arrived the day before, but it was a difficult process. Finally, at around 6:30pm, I went upstairs to check in. The line was huge, bc apparently, they opened at 5:30, not 6:30 like one perosn had informed me, but whatever. So I talked to this nice oriental woman in front of me a bit, and that helped me relax.
Now I made one possibly problematic mistake. I didn't go to the bathroom since bk and was feeling the urge during my Entertainment Weekly, but I don't like bringing lots of luggage into a bathroom that i hadn't even found yet. Yeesh.
Mummy, Poppy, and brother John accompanied me to Newark Airport. On the way, however, we had to make a pit stop at the Yale Bookstore. I got my spanish book that I needed, (the guy there praised me for actually picking up the book that I put on hold (I guess those Yalies are not very dependable))and then we continued, much to the dismay of the party. We stopped at a burger king at the Vince Lombardi rest stop. It was very interesting because it was cafeteria style. You just picked up what you wanted and then paid for it. It was mind-baffling.
Then we arrived at the lovely airport, which was fairly easy to navigate. However, I looked up at the schedule and saw that my flight had been delayed from 9:45 pm to 2am! What is that!? Well needless to say I broke down. I wa already so exhausted from being in the car four hours on the scary roads to NJ after not having slept much bc I left packing until the last minute (as in actually the last minute, right before we left for church (I actually forgot stuff, so we had to go back to the house, which made dad kinda mad, but all well)). So there I was in the airport, crying, bc let's face it, going to England for a semester, when you have never lived away from home, is kinda scary. And the family couldn't stay with me because they all had work and stuff the next day. So I waited by myself for a while, just trying to calm down, which was difficult because my stomach was in my throat. So I tried reading my Entertainment Weekly that had arrived the day before, but it was a difficult process. Finally, at around 6:30pm, I went upstairs to check in. The line was huge, bc apparently, they opened at 5:30, not 6:30 like one perosn had informed me, but whatever. So I talked to this nice oriental woman in front of me a bit, and that helped me relax.
Now I made one possibly problematic mistake. I didn't go to the bathroom since bk and was feeling the urge during my Entertainment Weekly, but I don't like bringing lots of luggage into a bathroom that i hadn't even found yet. Yeesh.