Lets just say New Year's eve was like walking into h*#l. All week the team started to split into clicks. There where the Dark Side people, the ones sitting on the fence, the mature people, and the misunderstood people. Sara (Ms. Kick me sign on back with duck tape on her butt in a X), Hillary and Ian are
some of the Dark Side. Benji was one of the people who hoped back and forth. Chris R. and I Chris K where two of the people you could call mature. There was a group of individuals that where not really understood. Sydeny was one of them but she had surpised us all when I also had a heart attack during launch, she turned into
Super Pilot. She jumped from pilot and commader panel with ease and just pushed me out of the way if I was in it. Arlisa was glad that I was on her team b/c I was more mature I guess you would say. If anyone has listened to
A Prairie Home Companion http://www.prairiehome.org/ you know that they talk about Scandivan Lutherans (which I am one) that live in the Midwest are very mostly mature and quite. That is me.
Now back to New Year's eve. The whole team was extremely tired and the various problems in the week where now exploding in our faces. Plus who in the their mind would have teens celebrate New Year's eve when they have a EDM the next day. One person had really gotten to me but I was able control myself and kick his can during the AC sims. I moved out of the way like a gazelle being chased by a lion, he never got a single shot at me so that was kind of revenge. But I learned just to ingore him and get one with life, I did bost that he never got me. On New Year's eve I had to sleep in sick bay b/c I was afraid that I might do something that would sending me packing for the first flight out of Huntsville. I also just needed one night of personal space while I was sleeping.