It's been hectic for the past few days, and I don't feel collected or
focused in the way that I wanted to feel as I begin what seems like my REAL
summer. I came back from San Francisco
to New Haven by way of New York, but my ride into New Haven was long and
difficult. Not only was it late and 2.5
times the normal length due to bad weekend traffic, but I also threw up
twice. I'm not sure if it was a bad
reaction to the malaria medication I'm taking (the weekly pill is six times
cheaper but probably also seven times stronger than the daily pill), or if I
was just nausea, but it was no fun to say the least. The following three days were a blast,
though, as I worked commencement and hung out with the other Master's aides. I then had some difficulty getting to New
York because of the Metro North derailment on the NY-New Haven line, but I got
to my parents' hotel late the night before my older brother's class day. I realized two days later that if Amara and I
were going to climb Mt. Meru, I needed my hiking boots, which conveniently were
in storage in the Calhoun basement in New Haven.
So, after my parents and brother left for their plane back to California,
I hopped on a train back to my beloved New Haven (having missed the one I
intended to catch by five minutes, fail.).
I found my hiking boots and warm clothes so that I won't freeze at the
summit and then spent a great night hanging out with two of my best friends
until four.
I just barely caught the train back to New York, found my way back to
our hotel where I'd left my bag (without getting lost, wooo!), and took a taxi
to get on the NYC Airporter shuttle to JFK.
Of course, just as I was getting out of the cab, it started pouring
rain, and I joined several others who were waiting. They hadn't been allowed on the previous bus
because it was full and were worried they were going to miss their
flights. We waited about 45 minutes
(thankfully moving to wait underneath an overpass rather than getting soaked)
for a shuttle that took 2 hours and fifteen minutes. Keep in mind that the website says that
shuttles come every 20-30 minutes and take an average of 90 minutes to get from
midtown to JFK. Go team. Apparently, the bus driver thought it was a
good idea to drop us off at the arrivals level of terminal four, or stopping
there was just convenient, given that it didn't seem like he was planning to
stop there until several angry passengers screamed at him to do so. I lugged my bags upstairs to departures, sat
on the floor to rearrange my stuff, checked in, and breezed through security to
my gate. After deciding that some
mediocre-looking pizza was my best bet for dinner, I sat down to charge my iPod
and computer, listened to a couple bicker for twenty minutes simply about
sneakily taking photos of the other, and then read Jeremiah on the plane for
quite some time until our flight left over an hour late.
So that was my little introduction to dealing with delays and the
unexpected, of which I'm sure I'll get much more this summer :)
No comments:
Post a Comment