So I'm almost halfway through second semester right now, which means that I passed first (yay). And if you guys haven't heard, second semester is literal hell.
But anyways, I will try and give you guys an update on my life for the past few months and not bore you with the mundane schedule of my life currently. So let's rewind to right before the August break.
Apparently, my nightmare of a trip back to the United States is legendary here at Ross, and even halfway into the semester other students will still ask me, "Wait, were YOU the one girl on the Charlotte flight?" Yes. Yes I was. Just so everyone knows, it is common knowledge down here that you need to arrive at the Robert L. Bradford airport 3 hours or more before your flight, and if you arrive later than that, American Airlines can and will give away your seat even if you had booked months in advance. A friend of mine had that happen to her and she literally had to cry before they asked someone else to give up their seat since they had given hers away. With that knowledge in mind, I arrived at the airport at 1:45 for a 4:40 flight. AA has recently merged with US Airways, and previously you had been able to check in and get your boarding passes at those fancy kiosks and skip the line. When I tried it, neither US Airways or AA could find my flight info at all- even though I had been sent an email the night before with my seat number (guaranteed travel, essentially.) So I stood in line to check my two bags......until 4:25. I now had 15 minutes to sprint upstairs with my carry-on and personal bag, make it through security, and get on the actual plane. If I hit any of you readers on my way to the plane...sorry. Anyways, I made it up to the single room with 3 terminals and meet up with people I know who are on my flight who are all nursing various alcoholic beverages. And I hear an announcement, "Now boarding US Airways, final boarding call."
My friends didn't budge. There was a US Airways flight going to Miami which was supposed to leave at 4:30, and that plane was right in front. I saw a British Airways flight, and a Liat (a Caribbean plane), but didn't see my plane. You guessed it again! It was MY plane boarding, the Miami one was delayed, and my plane was actually parked a good 400 yards away down the tarmac. So my friends and I sprinted down and up onto the plane. Whew! 4:39. Made it.
And then we sat there. On the tarmac. For an hour. The pilot's voice came over the night, "Ladies and gentlemen.... St. Kitts radio tower will not answer me and I don't know why we're just sitting here." *Sigh*
Storms over St. Kitts; this happened to be the day of my first Anatomy Exam |
It turns out that our flight was delayed- but instead of midnight like the lady told us, it was only delayed until 11:05.
So Steve and I were literally sprinting through the Charlotte Airport, banging our bags into people, yelling at them to move (because obviously, our flight was at the far end of the terminal!). I ended up losing a makeup bag with about $300 worth of makeup in there- whoever is currently using my Naked eyeshadow pallet I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH IT YOU JERK!#!#$!$#!&@*(#&. Anyhoo. So Steve get to the terminal before me, and I hear the magic words:
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE ******* KIDDING ME."
It was 11:02. They closed the doors early and wouldn't let us on. All 35 of us who were travelling from St. Kitts.
What was funny was there was an AA flight to Philadelphia in the terminal next to us who closed their doors, left, came back and picked up the people from my flight going to Philly. But not our plane. Our plane sat there for an additional 50 minutes while one man screamed obscenities the entire time. Since Steve and I had gotten there first, we were able to be rebooked onto the 7:45 am Sunday flight with only 3 seats available. The next flight out was Monday. That poor man. Oh, and of course due to "weather related delays" AA didn't put any of us up in a hotel. We tried to argue that this was the airline's fault, and additionally it was the same day as the huge computer glitch out of D.C. that affected all flights on the East Coast that weekend. It didn't matter. Steve just looks at me and says, "What's one more all-nighter?"
At least our sunsets are pretty. |
So I finally landed in my hometown, and all I want to do is pass out at home. I had called my parents, who were picking me up, while I was on the plane in Charlotte telling them to check the flight times as we were delayed. And when I got my checked bags, I walked outside, called them, and heard, "Wait, you just landed? Oh honey, we're still an hour away- we haven't even left yet! See you soon."
And for the next 5 hours I was given tours of the farm and got to see all the beautiful changes and renovations we made to it- all while delirious with sleep deprivation.
Break went as expected- saw friends, ate amazing American food, spent time with family, etc. And then I was excited to fly back to the rock and move in with my amazing.....coconut retriever! Everyone, meet Toothless. She's a 1 year old island hound, who had been hit by a car and put up for adoption by S.A.F.E. Named after the dragon from How to Train Your Dragon (Mom, if you saw the movie, you would understand. It's not a stupid name!).
She literally looks just like him when she opens her mouth. It's creepy as hell!
But thank god she's here. As I mentioned above, second semester is the weed-out semester. We have Anatomy II with Lanning, who is a fan of application Scantron tests with options A-J. It's not just about identification anymore, and the only LRC exam for the semester is the final. Every other exam is a practical, which scares the hell out of me. I was able to pass the first one with a C+, and honestly I'm just thankful that I passed. Currently I'm in Week 4 of a 9 week section of at least one exam per week. And it's only now that I've had an exam for each class that I have a grasp on how professors are going to ask questions.
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Immunology: A "dual-taught" class that has been taught largely (with the exception of one lecture) by a new professor named Dr. Toka. My least favorite class.
Parasitology: Frankly, the worst class of all time. Prepare for a level of detail you never knew existed. It's only a 3 credit class, but you easily put in just as much work for it as you do for Anatomy or Physio. Currently they are teaching it by taxonomic groups rather than host species, and we are the last semester out of three to have a different teaching style, so I cannot comment on classes for future semesters. Not my least favorite- I see why it's important, but I just get so bored with it.
Anatomy: It's Lanning. So know everything about everything. I'm not kidding.
I'm also in an elective called Food Animal Production, and if you were an Animal Science major, this is apparently just a recap of those classes. Meets once a week and is a night class, but is mandatory attendance. Provides interesting info but nothing you haven't really seen before, except maybe a few new breeds.
Although I did win Island Idol on Friday. So I'll be enjoying my first massage in two years courtesy of Red Semester. WOOOOOOOO!
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