*is slightly baffled*
Apr. 19th, 2009 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastnightbluesOkay, so my mother and I are getting ready for our weeklong Yale-and-Stanford Admit days airplane wackadoo adventure, and we decided that, as our flight switches are hectic anyway, we're not checking bags, just using carry-ons. And I'm all for keeping the planes safe, of course, but okay. Finding things in quantities of three fluid ounces should not be so difficult. Contact solution is impossible to find in three ounces. IMPOSSIBLE, I tell you.
Also, their pointy object rules are bizarre. Like, we couldn't get a definitive answer on if tweezers or those little cosmetic scissors were okay. I mean, objectively I know that we're not of main concern to airport security--I'm a tiny, blue-eyed, blonde Midwestern girl; the DoD does not view me as a threat, generally speaking--but still.
And navigating a sleeping bag (which I'll need in the dorms unless I'm the asshole who demands the couch) is cumbersome, because it fits in neither of our bags, which are stuffed with clothes to compensate for Connecticut and California weather. So we're going to attempt to carry it and hope security is cool.
But I'm excited! Stanford! And Yale! As strenuous as this decision will be (and has been; my best friend was commenting the other day on how stressed I've been, as I'm usually cucumber-esque), my mind is still blown that I even HAVE it. It's an incredible gift. And to have parents who support me in my decision to go so far away, who learned about the college process with me (because they didn't go to college, outside of my mother's nursing degree), who have always been there to keep my brother and me grounded and feeling loved--that's an even greater gift that I'll never stop be thankful for.
Anyway. I'm stocked up with books and homework and pencils (for spontaneous fic writing, of course) for more than a few continental flights, as well as some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I made the other night (easy on the cookie, heavy on the chocolate chips). We fly tomorrow morning and get back on Saturday!
Also, their pointy object rules are bizarre. Like, we couldn't get a definitive answer on if tweezers or those little cosmetic scissors were okay. I mean, objectively I know that we're not of main concern to airport security--I'm a tiny, blue-eyed, blonde Midwestern girl; the DoD does not view me as a threat, generally speaking--but still.
And navigating a sleeping bag (which I'll need in the dorms unless I'm the asshole who demands the couch) is cumbersome, because it fits in neither of our bags, which are stuffed with clothes to compensate for Connecticut and California weather. So we're going to attempt to carry it and hope security is cool.
But I'm excited! Stanford! And Yale! As strenuous as this decision will be (and has been; my best friend was commenting the other day on how stressed I've been, as I'm usually cucumber-esque), my mind is still blown that I even HAVE it. It's an incredible gift. And to have parents who support me in my decision to go so far away, who learned about the college process with me (because they didn't go to college, outside of my mother's nursing degree), who have always been there to keep my brother and me grounded and feeling loved--that's an even greater gift that I'll never stop be thankful for.
Anyway. I'm stocked up with books and homework and pencils (for spontaneous fic writing, of course) for more than a few continental flights, as well as some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I made the other night (easy on the cookie, heavy on the chocolate chips). We fly tomorrow morning and get back on Saturday!
