My last pictures…

A) Me and my partner Sami.

B) My side of my room before packing

C) The lounge of my hallway with a tree outside the window that swayed a ton

D) The view of the cafeteria from the end of my hallway

E) One of the other hallways on my floor

F) The RAs’ room

G) A poster of almost all of the students in the dorms at the University of San Francisco

H) The weekly schedules

I) This is what you see when you exit the elevator.

J) One of the entrances into the dorms

K) A path to where the ‘Meet the Artist’ seminars were

L) Step 1 on our way to get to the bus stop

M) Step 2 on our way to get to the bus stop

N) Step 3 on our way to get to the bus stop

O) Step 4 on our way to get to the bus stop

P) Step 5 on our way to get to the bus stop

Q) Clayton Street

R) Westward bus stop

S) Eastward bus stop

T) A blurry picture of the shuttle I was on

U) Saeunn, the girl from Iceland/Sweden/Hungary with a pillow under her shirt.

V) My plane in Minneapolis

And I’m Back Home

I technically started the day on Friday at six-thirty in the morning, since I haven’t slept since then.  I literally slept three hours on Thursday night, and none on Friday night, so I’m super tired.

I had my last breakfast with all of my friends, which was sad, and then I had to leave the dorms to catch my shuttle.  I had packed my bag earlier in the morning when most of my friends were asleep (for an hour), and I ended up having more bags than I could handle.  My eight-person shuttle left and I got to the airport at about ten.  Here, I was somehow able to check myself into the airport, get my ticket, and go through security by frantically calling my mom, and acting incredibly confused to airport workers.  Luckily, I only had to re-distribute five pounds into other bags in order to not get an excess weight fee again.  I did, however, have to pay for an extra bag (which is actually cheaper than a heavier bag).

Once I was finally at my gate, I saw a girl who had an SFB lanyard with her, and after I started talking to her, it turned out she was the level eight girl from Iceland/Swedan/Hungary.  She was on my flight to Minnesota and then she would be off to Ampsterdam.  We talked till the plane came, and even then she had a relatively close seat to mine.  I was able to get a few hours of sleep on the plane, which was rather nice… even though the pilot kept on being sucky and attempted to go for a landing, but then went back up and repeated.

At the Minnesota airport, I had a half hour to find and guide my new Icelandic friend to her gate, and then find mine.  Luckily the airport is pretty small and I even had half a sandwich while I was there.  The plane ride to Iowa was short and I finally got home.  Yay.

Shucks…

I was sick today, so I don’t really have any updates… at all.  Don’t you hate how if you sleep a ton or be lazy or whatever for a while, you seem to be stuck in that mindset all day?  That’s me.  But I did do a bit of floor barre.  Carpet burn… ouch.

So, no updates.