I'm here for how long?

I can't believe I'm stuck here for a week. I don't use the phrase "FML," but if I did, this would be the time. We started at like 8 a.m. today and I'm just now getting back into my room. And note to self: Chuck Taylor's are not comfortable shoes. I had to buy black soled shoes so I figured CT's would be my best option rather than buying those creepy black squeaky velcro shoes from WalMart. But I now know that Chucks discriminate. They discriminate against fat foot'ed people like myself. I think I have a little more empathy for what large people must feel like in an airplane. A part of me just wants to guy buy some alcohol so I can pass out. I slept for a total of 4 hours last night thanks to the humming of the air conditioner. But Im being dramatic. Beside the shoes and the lack of sleep today wasn't that bad. It was basically cooking school 101. I learned some new knife skills, this shold assist me when I have to move to a ghetto apartment in KC. And I ate a lot of good food. I just wish at the end of the day I could return to my own home rather than a foreign hotel room. But what can you do. I'm gonna hit the gym now (carpeted room with a treadmill and 2 sets of weights) to boost some endorphins. See ya soon. Tay.