Lenora was ecstatic. She had endured the last few days of drudgery by focusing on the goal of the lectures and the graceful, beautiful machines dancing outside the windows and up in the air. Today was the day, the culmination of everything she had trained for -- today was the day when she would<strong>fly!</strong><br/><br/>When Barsukova asked for voulenteers to go up first, Lenora had almost jumped out of her seat in excitement. Now that the day was actually here she was bouncing on her feet, almost launching herself into the air just by her own nervous energy! She already had on the heavy jacket and padded flight helmet, the thick scarf pulled away from her mouth so she could talk. "This is fantastic, comrades! Today we finally get a chance to get up in the air! I have to remember this whole day, so I can write it down for Masha." She patted a pocket of her jacket, where she had put a small pad of paper and a pencil to write down any thoughts as they came to her. Tonight she could compose another letter for her daughter, full of emotions from her first day of<em>flying!</em>