On Monday I came back from a 10-day trip to Huntsville, Alabama. It would take me too long to describe how amazing it was
. It was _THE BEST_ trip in my life. We spent a week in the USSRC (United States Space and Rocket Center - yes, the name is a bit of fail
). We were supposed to learn how to launch and land a shuttle (well, a bit late for that, they won't be used anymore next year), some space science, history and technology, some engineering solutions, but first of all we were meant had fun. And we did, oh yes
Although our day started at 6:30 am and finished after 11:00 pm, no one complained. We never knew what we would be doing on that day - whether it will be physical and team-building exercises in Area 51 (like two people tied together with a rope, climbing a wall), Aviation Challenge - only pilots, including me, did this one - it was basically flying and dog fighting on a plane, and the Centerfuge, or the missions. Yes, the missions.
We had 4 missions that lasted for an hour. In the first one I was the commander, and it was my job to land the shuttle safely. Guess what? No one knew how I managed to land it on its side. Twice
But these missions were just a training for the 6-hour-long one. Now, this was a challenge. The commander died of heart attack in the first 10 minutes of the flight, most of the orbiter crew had their legs broken, because they stood up before main engine cut off (I didn't, a-ha!). Once we were on the International Space Station, we had a fire, a meteor shower, and a radioactive spider. Oh, and the mission control got evacuated because of tornado. We also had a few problems with oxygen and cooling gases. Someone started quoting "Apollo 13", the movie, but even they did not have so much problems. Of course, none of these problems were real, but it was so much fun to pretend that they were.
Back to the orbiter, I got duct taped to a wall, Matt got a narcolepsy attack whenever someone said "mission control", and we had an epidemic of headaches (at the same time, I think, three people in the mission control died of severe pollen allergy). And, in the end, the commander died just after she landed the orbiter - it was because of her old age and nothing could be done about it (very funny, you spaceghosts...).
After graduation we spent two days in a hotel, mainly on shopping. All I got was a Hammerfall CD, and a present to i-cant-draw-but-hey
. I'm the last person you would want to go shopping with, for sure.
We came back on Monday, around midday. Soon after that Mum came here (=one more trip to an airport, Luton this time, after I spent almost 10 hours on a plane). After that I could just sleep, and sleep, and sleep, until 2 pm yesterday
As Mum is here, of course she had to drag me out to go shopping. Nothing interesting there, except for the fact that in Waterstone's I found Kuroshitsuji. The first volume
So, allow me to sink back into this manga, will you?