not falling down

I’m going to be on a plane very soon. This hasn’t quite settled in my brain yet. I love flying, probably because I getto do it so rarely–the last time I was in a plane was on my way back from Brazil, summer after senior year, when I wasexhausted and homesick and weighing 120 pounds. That wasn’t the best flight, actually. But the way down, six weeksearlier, well… of the roughly fourteen hours we spent over ocean and rainforest and cloud, I’d say I spent at leastthirteen just looking out the window.

I’m going to be crazy far behind in my classes when we get back late Sunday night, and I’m probably going to be boredonce the sound and fury have settled down, andmost everyone but Ian and I are going to be drinking heavily at night, and I’mgoing to miss the chance to copy edit for the paper this week (for which transgression someone has already beaten me severely). Evenso, I’m looking forward to this. I keep getting asked if it’s a competition, but if it were I doubt I’d be going. We’regoing to be half-killing ourselves just because it’s never been done before, and that gives me kind of shivers Iimagine mountain climbers must get.

I need to figure out what books to bring, and also how the hell I’m going to get to the airport. Wish me luck.

they saythe more you fly the more you risk
your life