Friday, August 10, 2012

First Flight


            Flying is still quite a new experience for me, especially international flying. I was able to follow others to get by. Imitating others while checking my luggage and walking through security was simple. Climbing on a plane, easy enough. Unfortunately, I do not know airplane etiquette so I was very timid at first. I always wanted to ask for advice: What did they say? May I open this? Is it okay for me to ask for that? Can I go to the bathroom now? But I wanted to be self-reliant so I just did things and didn’t get yelled at.
            I started the flight off by talking with classmates and enjoying the ride. Once I settled down, I started doing reading for classes. I read The Gray Earth, or at least the portion due on Friday. While doing that I received an interesting in-flight meal. Fish, I believe; rice; corn with, possibly, mayonnaise; raspberry yogurt; and a roll. For quite a while I poked around at the corn, wondering what it could possibly be. I finally decided on eatable and almost finished it. After reading I decided to take a break and watch a movie: John Carter, don’t waste your time.
            Once I finished the movie the second cycle of my flight began. I decided it was time to be studious and hit the books again. I read about half of the Mongolian Folk tales before getting bored. Feeling more confident I got up, stretched and chatted with friends. Then I found some in-flight music on the personal touch screens and enjoyed the sounds of Eric Whitacre. More reading followed. After finishing my assignment, I decided it was time to watch Citizen Kane. As I watched I was served another meal. Fried rice, beef, and surprisingly mango shortcake were much better than spruced up corn and fish.
            Eventually I was tired and comfortable enough to curl up under my blanket and sleep. I woke up an hour and a half later in time for the descent. Plummeting toward the ground is much more effective at waking one up than a cup of coffee. After only twelve hours of flying we finally landed in the city of Beijing having lost twenty-eight hours. Here begins the start of my first international experience.