So, I flew on Sunday and encountered many strange people in the airports. I got the good ol’ patdown in order to avoice the Machines of Death at the security checkpoint. (Seriously, I do not understand what the big deal is with the patdowns. Sure, it’s thorough, but the ones you get in the Amsterdam airport are more intense, if you ask me.)
I have my first day of classes tomorrow, which means I’ll have to survive an hour of speaking Russian.