Myself and a couple friends from church ate lunch with a guy who flies planes and he offered to take us on a trip. So on the first dead day before finals, he flew us to Waco for lunch and then back in a small Cessna 4-seater. Overall the trip was a lot of fun, although I got nauseous on the first leg and to my utter embarrassment, barfed. Thankfully I managed to mostly just get it on myself, so not much got on the plane and nobody else got hit. But wow, my ego sure did. I dunno what happened, either, because I usually have a decent tolerance for that sort of thing (I've been on some rather choppy boat rides and managed to not get sick when others were), but I think the fact that all I had for breakfast was yogurt may have had something to do with it. Ah well, I was able to clean up pretty well at the Waco airport bathroom and enjoyed the trip back!