SAA was good, once I got there. That was a bit of an adventure. My original flight plans had me getting to the airport at about 4:45 am (to get the check in and so on. My local airport is so small that the same person checks people in and then goes to do the security screening. That means if you haven't checked in before they go to do security, you pretty much can't check in.)
Anyway, I got out of the car and saw a "flight cancelled" note scotch-taped to the door, went inside, and learned that yes, the flight was cancelled. I texted my friend (who'd risen early to give me a ride), and she texted back that she was back outside the door.
And then I waited for a bit while the airline folks rerouted me. This route meant that I'd fly out on THE afternoon flight (two flights out and in a day here), stay overnight in Chicago, and then fly out of Chicago super early. (The desk clerk at the Chicago hotel said I pretty much needed to be on the 3:15am shuttle to get to the airport, through security and such. I could have made it on the 3:45 shuttle, probably, given that there were no lines at 3:30 when I got there. But maybe there would have been lines at 4am?)
At any rate, I made it to Atlanta mid-morning, and spent the rest of the morning rereading papers for my seminar. I went to the lunch, had a delightful conversation with a friend, but couldn't hear the speech very well (bad sound system?). Then my seminar, which was really good and interesting, and which gave me some good ideas for revision.
Then it was evening, and I went and got an early dinner, took a bit of a walk, and was in bed by 8:15pm. I felt so much better the next day! I went to a morning session, went to the book exhibit, and got on the MARTA to get to the airport.
It was really frustrating to miss so many seminars and talks I'd wanted to see! But I travelled safely, and had a good seminar, good talks with friends, so that was worthwhile.
And now I'm getting back in the swing, taking care of school stuff, trying to sort out adding office hours for my desperate students.
I don't remember being so helpless as a first year student. Maybe I was. But I sure didn't talk to my professors so they'd know it! (On the other hand, it's probably actually way better that my students DO talk to me and other professors, since my strategies weren't particularly successful.)