I began to walk down the seeming never ending main corridor of the airport towards the main concourse where my flight was scheduled to be. In my hand I catties my extremely large and cumbersome bag that carried in it all I would need for the plane ride. Behind me was my mother beginning to weep at the thought I would be leaving for China any moment. As I got to the gate I met up with the other people that I was going to spend the next three weeks with. When the attendant began to speak at first it was hard to understand due to the commotion at the airport. As I listened for what she said, I pieced together the garbled mess that was coming out of the loudspeaker. The attendant was beginning to board the plane and out entire group began to board. I was actually going to go to another country for my first time.
             While getting on the plane I peered around at the inside of the miniature plane to see where I was going to be sitting for the first part of my travel. As I started down the constricting aisle I found my seat and placed my oversized luggage underneath the bulky clothed seat in front of my seat. I remember as I sat down I sunk in relief into the squashy overstuffed plane seat. The first stop was in Detroit to switch over to a larger 747 jet to fly the immense distance I needed to travel. The plane was gloomy and stuffy, and my seat was stiff and rigid. The plane was really crowed by people and the seats around it, and also how frigid the inside was. Each seat was neatly made with a pillow and a blanket for the extensive flight ahead of us. As I began to doze off into a deep sleep I was disturbed by the screech of the flight attendant over the intercom beginning her speech. After she was done and we began to take off, I finally got to sleep because I knew that when I arrived in China, I would have major "jet lag". It was about five hours later that I was once again awoken, but this time by a small child hammering his...