I just got back from a girls’ weekend (yup, even the folks at the Law School Toolbox need a break from the grind). I flew down to Palm Springs from San Francisco. This was my experience at the airport.
I was flying on a major airline carrier. I got dropped off at Terminal 3 (where the carrier flies from). Then I got my boarding pass, which showed Terminal 1. Okay, so I got on the train to Terminal 1. I was flying from Gate 37. But Terminal 1 gate signs only went up to 36. So you can imagine my confusion. At this point (I didn’t want to miss my flight) I started to ask for help. I first went up to a woman at the ticket counter and asked her for help. She told me to go to Terminal 2. I started walking in that direction and decided that her advice just didn’t feel right. So I turned around and found someone else. The next person I asked told me to go through security, which only went to gate 36. That still didn’t feel right. So I asked someone else—who confirmed for me that I was in the right place (even though there were no signs for Gate 37 anywhere). I kept asking and finally found Gate 37 (which was in fact on a lower level but not listed). At last I settled down to relax, when a gate change was announced! Luckily, that gate was much easier to find than Gate 37. So after having walked what seemed like miles around SFO followed by a short delay due to mechanical difficulties (yes, it was one of those travel days)—I finally made my way to Palm Springs.
Now what is the point of sharing this story with you? Not to make you jealous of my weekend away or to get sympathy for my somewhat frustrating morning at the airport. But I thought that my experience at the airport might be similar to what a lot of law students go through, especially in their first or second years.