January 17, 2009
We departed from San Jose at around seven o’clock in the morning. Our flight had a twenty minute layover in Phoenix, and besides a very spirited flight attendant named Ralph the flight was uneventful. We arrived in Baltimore airport at around seven. Somehow our group of fourteen bobbed our way through the massive sea of people congregated at the airport to a bus. We ate dinner at a mall overflowing with people, then proceeded to see the Jefferson Memorial and the FDR memorial. Our tour guide seemed to think that FDR’s middle name was Deleanor. Go figure. As we drove back to quasi town of Gaithersburg, and every other street was blocked off with police cars. Their sirens blared into the chilly dark night.
We got to the hotel after about forty minutes of driving in our motor coach. Our motor coach consisted of two other schools: Sobrato and Alisal. Our group was by far the smallest, with nine kids and five adults. We started to unload all of the luggage in the undercarriage of the coach, and about halfway through unloading the hotel coordinator informed us that we were at the wrong Marriott. We were almost done unloading, so we reloaded the bags, and drove about three hundred yard around a corner to a completely different Marriott. Apparently there are five Marriotts in the town of Gaithersburg.
We got into our rooms at around eleven o’clock eastern time, and eight o’clock our time. Sleep was difficult, for not only was I trying to sleep at seven, but I also had to become familiar with the sleeping habits of my roommates: snorer, sleep talker, and a cover hog.
Dylan Svihus, 17, Carmel High School
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