So here is my first ajor paper that i've written for college. it's a little entertaining so i figured i could get away with posting. enjoy...and i know, there are a few major mistakes. i prayed that my teacher wouldn;t notice, lol.

I'm sitting on a Boeing 747, the lights are dim, it's around midnight. All around me are people. There is the occasional cough or sneeze, and a few seats down is some little kid, screaming, because his ears couldn't adjust to the ascent. Somewhere someone would strike up a conversation with the stranger beside him, whispering would ensue, until they each ran out of small talk, then they would delve back into their small worlds of airplane boredom. Small creaks and groans from the planes exterior make it seem like it wants to tear apart. Soon the whirring of the two monstrous engines on either side of me become a throbbing background noise and my nerves get accustomed to the turbulence. The seats are dark blue, semi-cushioned. When I first sat in them, I thought “wow, this isn't so bad.” but as the hours waned by and my body craved to be stretched I was wishing that they made soft beds that I could stretch out on. Every now and then a stewardess would silently float by, observing the passengers, making sure we were all comfortable and had everything we needed. There was always the person who would lose their pillow or blanket or the mom who wanted a glass of water for her kids and a set of headphones for herself.
On the back of the seat in front of me is a screen, on which I can watch movies, or choose to listen to music. Jazz, Classical, rock or even contemporary Indian music, for I was on an AirIndia flight. There is also an option where you can see where you are on a map. The screen flashes every minute, and each time there is new information. Such as the plane's altitude, the temperature outside, the distance to the destination and from the port of origin. This would also appear in several languages, and then a map would pop up showing exactly where you were, and the countries all around. On my particular map, we were flying to Canada from New Dheli, India. And before that my friends and I had been trekking around Nepal.
A week into our trip I had gotten really sick, and as my friends were hiking up a mountain in the morning dew to see the peak of Everest, I was puking on my hotel room floor, and sweating under my covers. I remember vividly, the toilette in the bathroom next to me would sputter erratically, and people would walk by all the time, to use probably what was the only western toilette. And as they walked by my room, it would be so loud and the walls were paper thin, it would jolt me from my fitful sleep. We had been in a small village visiting some believers and enjoying the crisp air and panoramic views of the endless rolling mountains. As far as you could see, lush peaks that stood out against a brilliant blue sky. Oh how I wished that I had not been sick, so I could see the Himalayas. Unfortunately was bed ridden and the next day we were flying out to Katmandu. In the “Kat” is when my sickness progressively got worse. The upset stomach was replaced by an intense burning and swelling in my throat and by the second day I had lost my voice completely. I could hardly eat, and I grew weaker each day. Three days passed, and we finally were in the Nepali airport ready to head back to India, where we would stay the day in another hotel and then fly out late that night for America. All this to say, my sickness didn't allow me to get much sleep, and as I sat on the airplane, I was suffering from extreme fatigue, and still quite sick, with nothing to do but stare at the map in front of me. I read each bit of information with mild interest, as each screen flashed in sync, over and over again. “Time till destination...9 hours 48 minutes.” more details. “time till destination...9 hours 43 minutes”. More details “Time till destination...9 hours 42 minutes”. I stared at the screen for about twenty minutes, till my eyes felt like they would bleed, all the while people around me were either asleep or engaged in some similar bored entrapment. I then decided to see what movies were being played. I scanned the list of Bollywood movies, and classic American movies, then a new movie which had just recently come out caught my attention. “Sweeney Todd” with Johny Depp, a very morbid musical. I decided to watch it, my mind was already numb from fatigue. I slipped on the headphones and slumped in my chair as the vivid pictures engrossed my head. The first few minutes that I watched, were haunting. The main character was falsely accused of a crime, and was put in prison. His wife was then taken by the very man who falsely accused him along with their new baby. When the man gets out of prison he finds that his wife had killed herself and in revenge he opens a barber shop and slowly kills off the people who come into his shop. Only after about five minutes into the movie, I fell asleep, with the noise filtered in my mind through the headphones. I then had the most intense and eerie dream, vivid in color and fast. I heard all the words of the movie, and they played off my dream, and I remember my heart racing each moment getting faster and faster. I remember the intense confusion even while I was asleep.
When I awoke, the plane seemed void of everyone around me. My mind came to a standstill and what voices I could hear around me were incoherent. I felt my clothes sticking to my body and a cold chill made me shudder. The screen in front of me displayed the ending titles and credits to the movie and I then realized I had slept through it all. I was so disoriented and confused. I couldn't understand what had happened in the movie that gave me such an intense sensation. I sat there in a daze, my heart still racing, and it took me about five minutes to get my mind focused on the people sitting next to me. What was in that movie that made me so disoriented? Little gruesome images would flicker in my mind and make my stomach churn and it was then that I decided that a mixture of fatigue, sickness and falling asleep to a morbid movie can make a person feel disoriented and void of thought.
I then decided to ease my mind of its turmoil. I read a little of this book my friend let me borrow, but soon my eyes began to ache from my fatigue. So I decided to lounge back and listen to some soothing classical music. The hours were then filled with various other boring activities, and I nodded off a few times, until finally we were flying over Portland, Oregon. I felt my heart quicken a pace, and the excitement of landing on America soil caused me to breath heavy with anticipation. I felt the plane make a sudden drop, and my stomach twinged inside of me. Minute after minute I waited for the jolt of speed as the plane hits the runway and speeds to it's final destination. When the wheels touched ground the plane vibrated and shook and there was a loud whirring sound that I could never figure out. I was shivering with excitement and the thought of the unpleasant dream and disorientation seemed distant. The plane taxied to the entrance and stopped abruptly. I heard the common ding as the flashing seatbelt sign turned off and everyone immediately scrambled to grab their luggage. The passengers began filtering out of the cramped environment, and as I finally stepped off the plane there was an intense, refreshing rush of cold air that hit my face and cause me to shiver. The cool temperature washed away the groggy symptoms of my sickness and it invigorated me. I was uncertain of the time due to the time-zone changes, but judging by the sun just coming over the horizon, I knew it was early morning. My mind was focused on seeing my family and saying goodbye to my friends. And as we walked through PDX the memories of that movie edged back into the recesses of my mind.