Well, I lived through it. My dad went with me, which was good because otherwise I'd probably still be lost in Dallas. Yesterday we spent three hours being lost (on top of the 5+ hours it took to get to Dallas) while searching for the hotel where I'd made a reservation. I got a little under five hours of sleep last night. My lesson revolved around an electrostatics demonstration, and it was raining cats and dogs. Oh, and the hairdryer I brought to dry my supplies started malfunctioning while I was practicing at five a.m. The switch somehow broke, and it no longer turns off. That was ok, but I was worried something would jiggle loose and then it would no longer work at all. I was panicky, and my five minute lesson probably wasn't smooth and effective. I also had pretty much nothing to say on the essays they had us write.
My mother is very determined to lecture us on how we could have avoided getting lost if we weren't such screw ups. We keep foiling her by explaining that, yes, we got google directions online before we left, yes, we tried calling the motel to ask for help (twice, and they said they didn't know how to help us), yes, we stopped to ask for directions, yes, we had the road atlas out (the whole time). I told her I got very little sleep as a result of being lost and to please stop trying to tell us what we did wrong and was ordered to mellow out. I'm tired and grouchy. Sorry for the random venting.