As my parents frantically drove me to the airport, I was focused on keeping calm on my first flight.
9 hours on a plane was a scary thought.
So I tried to keep my mind off of the flight, and on the group of people I was about to spend the next two weeks with...
I arrived at O'Hare about half an hour late, but I still wasn't the last student! (a very proud accomplishment!)
The group of us sat around for a few hours like every international flight, but right as we were supposed to board, something seemed a little off...
One of our leaders went and talked to airport supervisors and the bad news set in.
Our plane had engine troubles and our flight was cancelled.
To save you all of the frustrating details, let me sum up the next three hours:
We waited in line with everyone else that was supposed to be on the plane (around 300 people)
We found out the next flight was the next night, Monday, at 9 pm
and we found out that the airline was paying for a hotel and meals for the entire group
By the end of the night, the entire group was tired and frustrated so we went to our free hotel, ate some dinner, and went to bed.
Let's just say I was feeling a bit discouraged on my first flight, international adventure, and study abroad trip.
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