February 4, 2007
Today was check-in day. I had to be at the port between 10-12 to sign in and get all settled. I took my one lonely, torn bag and my dependable new backpack to the port and waited in line for an hour and a half to get on board. Still no sign of other bag; only praying that Kirk was working his magic and yelling at as many people as he could. I got onto the board around noon, met my roommate, a nice girl from
2 PM: still no sign of the bag.
4 PM: Emergency evacuation practice. And no bag.
5 PM: Announcement comes on that all bags have been turned in to students and they had been placed in their rooms. Finally! I sprint to my room, open the door, and there it was… an empty bed, empty floor and no underwear. I go back to the office and am prepared to hear the director say ‘I’m sorry, he didn’t make it,’ but alas, I see a fancy name written on a post it. We’ve got plenty of Kates and Sarahs, but there could only be one Marlaena on the boat. I frantically point to my name on the post it and question the man who tells me that security needs to check my bag….my mind starts to reel….my what?.....yes, Patagonia made it onboard and now had to go through a security screening. I do believe my eyes filled with tears and I exhaled for the first time in 24 hours. He unfortunately lost a member of his team (hair straigheners apparently aren’t allowed on cruise ships) but all was well in the end. I showered, put on my OWN clothes, and continued to our first night of orientation. Still no sign of Mr. Tutu, but I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.
1 comment:
oh wow Mana, you're such a blogger now. So emo. Just kidding. I hope you're having fun. I called you on Saturday but I was to late, I guess you had already boarded your flight. So I left a voice mail for when you return. Have fun and keep writing emo.
Love,
K.Dono
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