Rant 1: Starbucks isn't even open yet, inside the airport, and there are 20 people in line. We are a pathetic and tired bunch of people...and did I mention poor?
Rant 2: We wake up at ungodly hours to rush to the airport, wait in line, have body scans and ID checks all the while chanting silently "we have to board 30 minutes before take off!" We have to, we have to!" We rush to the gate just to listen to the gal with a power trip call us by group. Oh! I only have 1 small carry one! I get to board first! Yippee!!! Cue the wait in line in the plane tunnel. Why didn't I just sit down next to an outlet like a good smart phone girl? I'm waiting in the tunnel and a mom behind me asks her daughter, "Did you remember a brush or comb honey?" She replies, "Yes." I reply in my head, "OMG, NO!!!!!!! I DIDN'T BRING A BRUSH OR A COMB!" I proceed to remember everything I forgot and text my husband for sympathy. I sit down before the other 100 people boarding and my rant 3 begins.
Rant 3: Why is so hot and stuffy before takeoff? Is there no air before the jumbo jets start turning? Do you like frustrated passengers before take off? I take off my sweatshirt. I'm unattractive. It's 5:30 am and I don't care.
Rant 4: The flight attendants are obsessed with computer devices like it's 1990 and we all have new Gameboys and are unsure about their possible mid-air-collision-effect on airport-flying communication. I'm thinking, "Shouldn't we be concerned with seatbelts and emergency exits? I'm sure your phone is on in your pocket, lady." Let's think about this for a second. The flight attendant tells the plane to turn off all computer/phone devices. Are we that trusting of our fellow neighbor to turn their phone off? We're throwing dice and hoping we don't crap out? Me thinks it's not a life-threatening situation. I have news for you: my phone is defected and I can't even turn it off. I put it away to avoid being humiliated and look around for the closest emergency exit.
Rant 5: We are mid air 20 minutes in and I realize that I'm FREEZING!! The guy across the aisle asks the not so pleasant flight attendant "May I have a blanket" (To cut the artic chill)?" She abruptly replies without stopping, "We don't have any." I put my jacket back on.
I could continue, but you know how this goes...and I don't like to dwell.
I arrive at Duke University and check into my hotel. I am excited to see what's around me on Day 1. The history, the beauty, and the hustle and bustle of college life...So much opportunity.
I am always grateful for opportunities and I want to make the most of it.
I took a walk after a small dinner and explored the athletic center. I kept thinking about my boys and how one of them might explore college sports one day if we're lucky. So much passion and excellence (please god don't let them choose Duke for sports though--I will have enemies). I stopped myself (the living vicariously thing) and thought how no matter what dreams they follow I want them to appreciate legacies, tradition, education, and history...on any level. I want them to know the world around them, and a University is a great place to start.
I embark on my nursing fellowship tomorrow morning. I've arranged my transportation for 06:30, have my clothes pressed, and my alarm set.
I plan on arriving at the hospital a little early to take a look around and begin my day with appreciation.