Not So Scary Anymore

Class started last Monday. As usual, the professors had posted and sent out their assignments for the first day of class. And, as the well-prepared student I am, I read. I then re-read some of the information. After all, getting called on the first day of class can be nerve racking. Naturally, being prepared helps. After my experiences last year, I most certainly didn't want to be called on and have no answer. 

But then the strangest thing happened. The professors didn't call on us. I was a little surprised at this turn of events. They just talked to us, introduced the course, told us fun anecdotal stories. I kept wondering when the drilling was going to start. It didn't. Only one professor started a case on the first day. And there were very few questions. 

So, I guess they are done scaring us. Can't say I mind. But I'm still going to show up to class prepared. After all, I never know what will happen.

Heads up, Fish!

So I did the silliest, ditziest thing. Well, not the most disty thing I have ever done. That involves a trip to London. My friend Lauren's family still gets a good laugh out of that. Maybe it is just a travel thing with me, but apparently I don't know how to pay attention to dates and times on tickets. 

So, I was buying a ticket to come out to Utah last night. I had two windows open with two different itineraries, one for August 11 and one for August 7. I was hemming and hawing over the cost and what not then finally decided on a trip for Monday, August 11. I proceeded to book it, and then went to bed.

So my mom calls me this morning. She asks me about my trip and when I will get to Utah. I open the email from Travelocity to check it out. So I'm flying out tomorrow. Yes, people.  I booked the trip for August 7, not August 11. And it is a good thing my mom called and asked because I probably wouldn't have looked at the email again until Sunday when I was packing when I would have then realized, much to my horror, that I had booked the wrong flight. So, I'll be in Utah tomorrow night...great job, Fish. Way to go. 

Oh, and for those of you wondering what I did on my London excursion. Well, my friend Lauren and I made plans to go to London for spring break a few years back. We arrived at the airport around four in the afternoon, in plenty of time to enjoy a little dinner and get to our flight, leaving at 6:51 pm. So there we are in CPK, enjoying a little pizza, and Lauren pulls out the tickets. Oh we weren't leaving at 6:51. We were leaving at 6:15. Yes, I had transposed the numbers in a moment of numerical dyslexia. There we were, on the other side of the terminal from where we needed to be at it was almost 6:00 pm. We paid for our dinner as quickly as possible and proceeded to run down the terminal. I was in heals. We had to go through security...needless to say, we didn't make it. The plane was right there when we got to the gate. But the door was closed, and TSA regulations won't allow you to board. I thought Lauren was going to kill me. H@#$, I wanted to kill me. So we hiked it back up to the ticket counter where a very lovely and kind woman booked us for a flight the next day and then delayed our return flight by a day as well. So we didn't lose any time in London. And we didn't have to pay for it, either. Pretty nice of the lovely lady. I wanted to give her a big fat hug right then and there.

So, you would think that would have taught me to focus when setting up my itineraries for trips. I guess not!!!