Here's the not-so-exciting finale to what was a very good, yet sometimes boring trip. This day of the trip convinced me how much I hate and forever will hate flying on planes, since I flew on six flights and sat in six different airports in a span of around sixteen hours. Anyway, I suggest that you read this day for completeness, if nothing else. See you later!

So, after not staying up all night as we planned to and a Risk game on the laptop that crashed somewhere around the third turn (which I was about to win), we all woke up and left the hotel at 4:45 AM. Unfortunately, the seniors had woken up a little bit late (they claimed that their alarm didn't go off, though the rest of us had a hard time believing them), so when we arrived to check in our bags, there wasn't time for it. We had to hurry along just to catch our plane.

In Salt Lake City, our first stop, I got some Burger King before we departed for Oklahoma City and Tulsa, two touchdown points on our way to Atlanta. (The idiot punman says: Why not seven touchdown points? The unappreciative audience says: Boo...) I got to sit pretty near the front on these flights, which was nice. It was also nice to be able to leave my luggage on the plane, since we were on the same plane for about three flights in a row. However, it was definitely not nice to have to sit around in the boring Oklahoma City and Tulsa airports doing nothing, when we could have flown straight from Salt Lake to Atlanta nonstop.

On the remaining flights, I read a lot of my book, watched "8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter" (twice), and listened to some classical music as I dozed off. At this point I was desperate to get home, and was loathing the hours in between the current moment and the time at which I would arrive at my lovely, empty abode (my family had gone to Florida on Saturday, leaving the house all to myself from Sunday night to Wednesday afternoon).

Well, we finally arrived in Nashville after a lot more flying, sitting around, trying to pick up conversations of Spanish people walking by, and other very boring and not exciting at all airport activity. Five of us rode with Nick's dad, and four with Spike's dad. I rode with Nick's dad, and we got back to the school at around 10:45 PM. Boy, I was tired and ready to be home. I got in the car and drove home. Once home, I unpacked, tidied up my room a bit, talked on AIM for a few minutes, and fell into bed. The journey was finally over.

So, in conclusion, I learned a few things from this trip:
1. Flying is not fun; it is a pain.
2. If Japexico exists anywhere in the world, it exists in Los Angeles, where both Mexicans and Japenese abound in multitudes. It turns out that the Japexican (see The Spanish Convention/Prom Extravaganza - Part I) was originated in California.
3. The computer science team I'm on had better practice if we want to do any better next year at this thing.

Thanks for stopping by, and check back again soon for another great update on my summer!

P.S. "¡March/campaign!", a promised From the Man Himself article, has been cancelled, and will likely never be written. Thank you for your understanding.