OK, I warned you. Here’s my long air-travel-inspired rant.
First of all, it’s really nice to hear accents again. I’ve heard people speaking honest-to-God French. I just heard someone walk by speaking in a posh upper-class British accent. I heard a weak Manchester accent elsewhere in Dulles (which is where I am right now, by the way). I didn’t realize I missed hearing French spoken, or British accents, but apparently I did. I’ll get my fill of accents and French in the three and a half weeks I’m home.
Right now I’m creeping people out by watching them as they walk by, and typing at the same time. They all give me funny looks and move swiftly onward. Airports are the I places to people-watch. Everyone here is thrown into a situation in which they’d really rather not be. I think you see people’s real natures come out as you watch them deal with it as best they can. Some people have never flown before, and it’s interesting to watch people deal with a new experience, which is at times kind of frightening.
I’m sitting on the floor in a hallway now, near the entrance to a duty-free shop. The reason I’m doing this is that this is the only place I could find an unoccupied power outlet. I’m charging my laptop now, and writing this as a way to pass the time. Unlike Pittsburgh’s airport (woo for Pittsburgh’s airport), Dulles doesn’t have free WiFi in the terminal. I’m writing this in Word and I’ll post it once I get Internet access again.
Here’s an unpleasant experience you might want to avoid: sitting on the floor in the hallway of an airport when a really, really fat person walks by right in front of you. You get a worm’s-eye view of a large mass blocking out all light. My question is: who even
makes jeans that size? They must cost twice as much as normal jeans just because of all the extra material needed!
As of the time of writing, it seems I’ve been passed over for a position as a Course Assistant (CA) or consultant for 15-200, the programming course I took this semester, despite being second in my class. This is definitely not a good thing; I’d really like that position because it pays pretty well. As far as I know now, I’ll be needing to get a real job next semester, which is kind of a shame. However, while in Pittsburgh, I managed to check my grades online and I have a 4.0 GPA for the first semester (not that that was a major challenge). I have a feeling that’ll go all to hell once next semester starts, though. I hope I can deal with that.
A little kid and his mom passed by, arguing in French. I’m relieved to note that my near-fluency in French isn’t quite as far gone as I thought it was; I can understand them without having to translate in my head.
Speaking of French, I have to decide whether I’m willing to pay $82 to get two semesters’ worth of French credit. That is to say, should I take the AP French Language exam or just say the hell with it and take the classes, which will be easy? AP French Language would be an easy 5. Even if I went into the exam with a mild concussion, I could get a 4, which would get me one semester of credit. The third option, which actually makes the most sense, is to go to the Modern Languages department and say, “Guys, c’mon…I lived in a French-speaking country for 13 years, and I took the IB French A2 SL exam, which is WAY the hell harder than the AP French Language and is more equivalent to French Literature, if anything, and I got a 6. C’mon…isn’t that worth something? Pleeeeease?”
In a 40-minute flight from Pittsburgh, I completed four “Difficult” Sudoku puzzles. So if I can do one every ten minutes, I should be able to occupy myself for the entire flight to Brussels with 45 Difficult puzzles. I don’t think my book has that many, so I’ll move on to the Fiendish ones, which will take more time. Realistically, though, I’ll probably get bored after about ten puzzles.
A passer-by just swore in French. Holy crap, I’m almost home.
I’m running out of things to say, so I think I should wrap up this post before I start writing nonsense (not that nonsense is anything out of the ordinary). Probably when I get to Brussels, I’ll post this (it’ll be morning) without updating it, then sink into a coma due to exhaustion. After I wake up, I’ll post again with post-arrival impressions and developments (not that anyone will care). Also, boarding time is in 30 minutes, and my laptop tells me it’ll take 30 more minutes to reach full charge, so I better put it to sleep now. Bon voyage to myself.