My welcome to DC: A Glenn Beck rally

Travel was pretty easy today, once I remembered what airline I was traveling with. I had a thirty minute layover in Detroit and I had to change concourses and walk ALL the way from the end of one to the end of the other concourse to find my gate. I was sweating by the time I arrived, but we didn't board for another 10 minutes and then were delayed another 15 minutes while we waited on other passengers. So, we finally left a half hour after our scheduled departure time, and from there it was clear sailing.

My room is blue. It's on the third floor. It's hot! Let's see I have a small closet, a wooden dresser (with drawers that don't liked to be opened or closed), an old swivel chair, a nice desk, a bed with a plastic mattress cover (Slippery!), a floor lamp which stands at a diagonal because it's broken, and my curtains are an interesting shade of yellow or green...hard to tell.  I swapped a tilted desk chair (I was diagonal like the lamp when I sat on it) for a blue swivel one. I added a table runner over one of my shelves to make it feel more homey, but I think it just looks like I threw a table runner on top of a shelf. And then on the bulletin board I added my one focus for the next two weeks and my inspiration: A graph my dad printed that plots the "Function of MCAT scores and GPA to Acceptance Rate." I added a nice orange push pin right to the mark where I want to fall--a high enough MCAT score along with a high enough GPA to reach an almost 80% acceptance rate.

The two windows I have are on the back wall of the room and they face the "backyard," which is at least a patio and two nice big trees. On the brick wall behind our house is a mural, something to the effect of an island, an ocean, and maybe a volcano? I'm hoping that this is quieter than the rooms that faced the street, but our neighbor seems to have his backyard decked out for parties, so who knows!

Tim, an MVSer who is in the process of packing up and moving out, lived in my room the first year he did service. He said it was HOT in the summer and WARM in the winter. Since I can't stand being cold, I figured sweating through the summer wouldn't be too bad. But, I'm about to find out if I can handle the heat, because it's supposed to get hot again next week.

Also, Glenn Beck is having a rally this weekend to "reclaim America." Talk about being thrown into the political chaos of the nation's capital. Drama, drama, drama. (I won't be in attendance, fyi).