After returning from Paris, getting back to the school around 7pm, I went in and started packing my
suitcase, cleaned out the fridge and cleaned the kitchen. While I was
there I cooked everything and went around to the rooms passing off food
for others to eat. Others were writing their papers. We had to write
about each class we went to. I was writing mine as we had the classes.
Basically a review, what we learned, etc. I had mine completed before I
left for Paris. You would think after not 1, 2 but the 3rd time I
stayed up all night...I'd learn to not do that again.
I was so sleepy
the next day, when we got on the bus, I passed out on the ride to
Gatwick. I sat at the front of the bus on the left side and I can still hear Duane Goodwin (Professor) laughing as soon as the engine started, I closed my eyes to go to sleep.
And when we got there, someone was walking too close on me
with those push carts for suitcases. They ran into my ankle and I cussed them
out soundly, as I was in tears it hurt so badly. Duane looked at me
like I had 3 heads...but damn it hurt.
We got on the
plane and took off. I told Patsy to please wake me for fluids and food
and I did stay up long enough to watch the movie. "First Blood" It was at least a 10 hour trip back - as we were facing jet stream.
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