Mar 02, 2007 14:38
I don't feel very good, coming back home. I don't feel accomplished or successful. I don't know why, it's not like they told me that they didn't want me in their med school at all.
Yesterday, in Heathrow, our flight to Istanbul was delayed by about a half hour. We had a lot of time on our hands, so I looked for some music, particularly Etti Ankri's albums, but couldn't find any.
Much to our worry, the teletext screen displaying all the flight information kept showing 'Please Wait' under the 'Remarks' column for our flight, while other flights had 'Go to Gate 14' etc. in their respective 'Remarks' columns. We thought our flight would get canceled and we'd be stranded for a day in Heathrow or something. But then, half an hour before the original departure time, the good screen told us where to go and so we went.
Istanbul was gloomier this time around. Less people.
I was sleepless on the flight from Istanbul to Dubai. Whenever I was about to fall asleep, I woke up, thinking of something or the other, with a funny sensation in my fingers and toes. Dunno what it was.
I have schoolwork to finish, but at least that will keep my mind off the interview and its outcome.
travel,
london,
uk,
home,
danu,
me