Monday of March 7, 2011 (The king of the skies)

The time is 5:00 a.m. My Ipod screams at me to get up, but it didn't scare me. I was so excited and tired at the same time that my stomach felt terrible, but I didn't notice. I felt like pure gold. I was heavy from excitement, and I was shining from cheek to cheek. My mom on the other hand, wasn't too happy about the early wake up. Life felt so surreal when I looked at the date. Of course, being what I am when I am excited, I freaked out. Everything was moving too slow for me. The only words that broke out of my mouth were "Hurry up", "Are we there yet?", "Are you sure you are going the right way", and "SPEED UP WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!!" Finally we left the house, and drove to the airport.

For some reason I remember my first view of the airport. At that moment my entire trip flashed before my eyes. Words could not describe how excited I was. And then, like I had dreamed so many times before, I got my bag out of the bed of my mom's truck and walked inside Austin Airport.

As I walked to the escalator, I also took some time to absorb what the airport looked like. Since it was 6:45 a.m, it was empty and quiet. I looked to my right and I saw several screens that had three dimensional guitars and other musical objects pop out. I wasn't even wearing 3-D glasses. When I got to the Continental Airlines table I met up with two other classmates. It took about thirty minutes for everybody in my class to arrive. After another half hour of waiting and talking to my friends, we were finally moving to airport security! Fortunately everybody in our group was clean, we then waited at our gate.

Our first flight was to Houston, so our plane was pretty small. Boarding the plane felt like taking a 500 hour energy drink mixed a lot of Monster. I was cramped in my spot, but I had the window to my advantage. After the flight attendant talked to everyone about what to do in situations where you would probably die no matter what you put over your mouth, the plane was moving.

My seatbelt could barely hold back my excitement, O.K, I'm think you get the point. I couldn't think of anything more fun to do then this trip. I was sitting in my seat chewing some bubble gum and then the plane went from five to 5,000 miles an hour. I was glued to my seat, and could only move my head. The plane tilted up, like it was doing a wheelie, and then I felt empty. I was in the air. I looked out of my cozy window and saw cars driving down the street like marbles rolling down the hill. All of the buildings were now small and two-dimensional like on Google Maps. As we moved over the country side, squares of land evenly cut and each a different color moved the opposite direction. The coolest part was when the plane jumped over the clouds. I imagined that I was hovering over puffy snow. If you're reading this, I can't blame you for thinking that I am crazy for all of these details I fantasized over.

The plane ride was short, probably an hour long. When the plane landed in the George Bush Airport I noticed that it was much larger then the Austin Airport, and it had a MONORAIL! When I got to my next gate we (whenever you see the word "we", it refers to my class) were told to get lunch. We were also told that we had to be in at least groups of three if we ever walked away from the teacher. We also had to be back at a certain time. Out of all the healthy places at an airport (is that sarcasm?), I chose Wendy's; you know when its real!

If you didn't watch the video, after waiting for a long time I got kind of bored. But if I was bored waiting to get on the plane to San Francisco, you can already tell how easily bored I will get on a five hour plane ride to San Francisco. The plane that was going to take me to San Francisco was much larger then the first one. There were televisions implanted on the back of the seat in front of me. This got me excited because a movie was perfect for a long plane ride. It turned out that it was just showed television channels. That wasn't a bad thing, the bad thing was that you had to pay to watch anything at all. Fortunately they gave you the first five minutes for free, so I decided to make good use of that time and watch Dora the Explorer. Best five minutes ever spent.

The plane ride was fun for the first hour, but eventually it turned into a road trip without the view. I would have looked out the window the entire trip and would have been satisfied, but the person sitting next to me didn't like the sun in his eyes. As the trip came to an end, I managed to peek out of the window. What I saw was amazing. There were mountains covered with snow, immediately followed by desert. When I landed at the San Francisco airport I noticed that it too had a monorail! I also noticed that I was pretty tired. The trip had officially begun.