Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The Perk and The Shaft

There are many perks to being a flight attendant; thus far, the most rewarding one is having the opportunity to talk to my friend's fourth grade class. Standing in front of 23 fourth graders was made me more nervous than the first time I did the safety demo for main cabin on the 737-500. I got to tell them all sorts of exciting things about my job, and answered all of their questions. They wanted to know if I had been to places like Italy (not since 1985, so I said no) or California. They asked what happens if someone gets sick; I showed them the airsickness bag. The school has a diverse population, and one of the students asked if I flew for Jet Airways; I was forced to hold in my laughter.

It was so weird to be there. The school building looked exactly the way mine did; I remember learning the same things. Walking around a school building as an adult is one of those trippy strolls down memory lane, enabling you to put all those things into perspective. Somewhere out there are all those girls who made fun of me for not being the best cheerleader on the squad (can we say captain of varsity? NCA All-American?) or that punk who ragged on my lack of spelling skills (RU alum in the house) or some Trebor that threw up on pizza day (I did the same thing then that I do now, run away and call a medical professional). I keep talking about becoming a substitute teacher come the fall and being with such small children made me realize that is not where I need to be... who knows where I'll even end up in the fall?

Who knows where I'll end up tomorrow night? I have airport alert at five. There are a lot of fun trips that leave then - Rome, Paris, Athens, Delhi, and all the German destinations. Sure, flying the couch sounds like fun right now with the endless possibilities of destinations in mind. We'll see where I end up; my dollar is on the crash pad.

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