I have to go to at least a week of astronaut training? Crap. Well, I do need to survive the trip into space. My phone rings.
Me: "Hello? Oh, hey, mom. Yes, I'll be ok! Yes, mom, I will send you messages from the 'Weird Alien Sanctuary'. You'll get them from a military guy. Yes, mom. I packed clean underwear. Mom! The US government is listening to this! Yes mom. I'm sure I want to go to the Alien Sanctuary thing. Gotta go, mom. Love you. See you on my first vacation, I promise."

I walk into the training facility, looking around like the confused kid I am. Someone walks over and asks who I am.
Me: "The name is Emily."
Man: "Ah, good, you're finally here. I'm Jason. Follow me."
I follow Jason through the place and around so many corners and down so many hallways that I loose track of five seconds later.
~Le Time Skip of Awesomeness because I can~
I face plant on my bed. Oh. My. God. I was not expecting that freakin' much exercise. I forgot I don't have an athlete's body, I have a reasonably fit sixteen year-old girl-with-a-passion-for-art-and-engineering's body. I'm vaguely tempted to draw on the walls as vengeance for my inability to breathe, but I can't find the willpower to get off the bed and find both a pencil and inspiration. Also did I mention I can't breathe?
And here I thought Phys. Ed. was Hell. I was wrong. P.E. is child's play compared to this!
I roll over onto my back and put a sleep timer on my music on my phone and listen to it until I fall asleep.