48…49…50!  “Yes!  I just made it!”  I just put my suitcase on the scale at the airport to check in, and my suitcase was just at 50 pounds, the maximum weight.  As soon as my PINK suitcase went on the conveyer, I plonked my duffle bag on the scale thinking that I was going to be charged 25 bucks for checking in a second bag.  Nope!  It went on the plane without any issues.

After all of my bags and my family’s bags were checked in, we headed right to the security.  In the security line, as I was moving through the line, I was kicking and dragging my backpack that was on the floor in front of me.  Man!  It was damned heavy!  My backpack was literally full of blocks of marbles.  I felt like I was a Jewish slave dragging a block of stone to put on the pyramid!  It was seriously killing my back when I was carrying it.  The only thing that was in my backpack was my computer, my cameras, and camera equipements.

The minute I got to a table, I took my shoes off, my belt off, my cellphone out of my pocket, and my computer out of my backpack.  Thanks to the terriorist for giving me all of this hardwork to do at the airport!  PLOPPED!  My body jerked forward, and I felt a hit.  The next thing I noticed was that my computer was on the floor!  “OH SH&%!!!!  OH SH&%!!!!”  My eyes started to feel moist, and my eyes immediately became watery.  I literally flushed out tears.  “I will be SCREWED if my computer is broken!”

“What’s the matter, Rachel?”  My mother looked at me.

“My computer fell on the floor!” I told her in tears.

“Oh forgot sake, Rachel!”  My mother startled and got angry.

As soon as I went through the security, I opened my computer to make sure that the screen was cracked, and thank goodness it wasn’t, BUT I never know what it could have happened inside the computer.  So, I turned to make sure it was working properly, and it seems to be working fine, but I just have to wait and see..

A few weeks ago, I changed my seat on the plane without checking with my family first as we were all going to sit together on the plane.  I wanted the window seat and my sister also loves having the window seat.  So, I wasn’t going to bother arguing with my sister about who gets the window seat.  So, I just went on Delta.com and snatched the window seat that was two rows behind my family.  Once I told my mother afterwards, she was damned pissed.  “You should not have done that!  Now, we’re going to have a stranger sitting next to us!  I could have given you my seat!”  Nah nah.  Just as long as we are all ON the SAME plane going to the same destination, that’s cool enough.  So, today, my mom reminded me her pissed-off comment just before I boarded the plane.  Well, after all, there was no stranger in my original seat and my brother took up both seats by stretching his legs out.

*I am literally falling asleep as I’m typing this. So, please pardon me for my typos and grammar errors…