Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Day 3

Ah. Flight School.

Imagine that all of your college course work has been condensed into a series of lectures that last from 8 am to 5 pm, allowing one hour for lunch, six days a week, for 5 weeks. That's about as close as I can accurately describe to you what flight school has been like thus far. We've been told repeatedly that the only people who will understand what we're going through are fellow flight attendants. Therefore, it is pointless to describe to you what it's like to be in class from 8 to 5, 6 days a week, for 5 weeks. Plus homework.

Living at a hotel is pretty cool. I've been hitting the gym every night, trying not to fall off the treadmill for 45 minutes. We've got a pool, hot tub and sauna, resturants galore. But what I'd really like is a kitchen. We literally eat airplane food for breakfast AND lunch, and then go out to eat for dinner. Operation Eat Healthy is impossible. Even for the apparently now separated Tom (don't ask me details - I could be making the break up up).

Anyway, things are good. I don't miss home yet. Yet. After a week in this place I just might be singing a different tune. As for now, I'm sticking with Boston's Peace of Mind and thus far, this decision has been a dream.

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