Yesterday was terrible (I'm about to complain alot, but don't take it as me being ungrateful. I made it, and I'm happy for all the help everyone gave me, buut....). I started off the day with 15 minutes of sleep and a medium BK coffee. As soon as I reached the back of the check-in line at the airport, I realized that the check mom sent my bank to pay for the bags I was checking didn't come in, so I would have to pay for them myself, and I didn't have the money. The line went all the way to the door. (they didn't ask for the money... I wonder what happenned...)

So, I was at the airport an hour early, and check-in+security took so long that I didn't get to check in to the airline I would transfer to. I made it onto the plane and the lady calling names actually said to me on the way in, "you're late!" in a crabby voice.

So I get on the plane, and it pulls into the runway, and then it sits until an hour after it was supposed to leave before starting again. I listened to the pilot's meager apologies from my aisle seat in the back of the plane. I drank two cups of coffee on that plane, and had a total failure of a conversation with a pretty girl when we landed, and those honestly didn't help my state of mind.

I got to my turnover on time, but I was the last person to check-in, so I wasn't given a seat. I was put on standby because the airport overbooked the flight. There was not a seat for me on that flight. For the next 3 hours, I talked to airline reps about how to get me to Utah that day, and I was yelled at by mom on the phone about how I should have just been in denial about the whole situation (I DEFINITELY misunderstood her, because I don't see how telling them "no, there is room on that flight for me" would have gotten me on the flight.)

I did, in fact, get on a flight that day, but only barely, and only because I was being polite to the people there. There were two other guys who missed their flight before me, but they were cussing at the airline reps. So when that one seat was available on the airline they called my name, and I walked by those other guys saying "sorry dudes, that reaally sucks. Best wishes for you both!" (I had been talking to those guys earlier, and we knew each other's situations) I had another cup of coffee on that flight. lol

When I got back, mom took some deep breaths and was nice to me on the way home, but I could tell she was getting over the stress of the situation if only just alittle. I was more shook up than she was.

As for happenings today, I worked out alittle bit of my HGU application, and I rode busses all day learning the layout of salt lake city. I found a single bus that gets me to Starbucks, SLCC, the SLC Mall (which is huge), and even gets me within a few blocks of Walmart.

Tomorrow is my first day of classes. Pray for me. I want to make a good impression on this professor, and I want to hit the books hard.

Oh! I just thought of some more stories, but I am gonna save those for later. So I don't forget. I was hit on by a big black guy, I was given drug advice from this very nice homeless lady who had been "clean for almost 4 weeks!" and I saw some people speaking Korean at SLCC. I plan on asking them to continue my lessons for me if I see em again :D