The worst Easter ever

This morning I woke up and looked at the clock. 6:07 am. CRAP! I over slept! For some reason the alarm didn't go off. Luckily I still had 50 minutes before the shuttle left.
I quickly got ready, made my lunch, grabbed all my stuff and headed to the dining room to eat breakfast. I glanced over at the tv and remembered...it's Easter Sunday.

The screen displayed a picture of a large cathedral, but I wasn't very interested. My stomach was rumbling. The next thing I saw on the tv screen was a question. It said..."What is your fondest Easter memory?"

I thought to myself, "It won't be this one!" My kids are at my in-laws, my husband is home sick and I am in Salt Lake City without even a hint that it's a holiday because I am going to class.

Don't get me wrong. I am loving this training. It's fun, exciting and challenging...but with all the drama going on back home...I am scared, mad, worried and stressed.

I need to stay focused if I'm going to make it through training. There is so much to memorize. I am doing very good on my tests. Today we went back on the aircraft. This time we explored the EMB 120 turbo prop forward galley aircraft and AFT (rear) galley aircraft. Both planes seat 30 passengers.

I asked if I can post pictures and she said to ask when I get to the security portion of the training.

Today they let us go early. We were only there from 7:30 to 12:00. VERY good. But I have a ton of stuff to learn for tomorrow. Yesterday was a much longer day. We did first aid and CPR training. I'm pretty sure I can post a picture of that. I passed both of those tests easily.

I can now officially save your life.

Be afraid...be very afraid.