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I forgot I can't scream, for a taxi , or any at all for that matter.  Since I can't do that I have to wave my arms frantically and practically have a panic attack right there out on the street.  Whatever works.  The people, or rather the taxi drivers, really know how to drive.  They go really fast, probably too fast and get the person where they need to be.  I just wish I could understand most of them.  I don't know if I should use the smile and nod technique because then I could end up who knows where.  Taxi drivers probably do their job to see the fear on people's faces.  Everything horrible that could happen is running through their mind.  They're most likely thinking oh crap, what if the man throws me out into an alley, and the scum of the earth takes me down?  I could be raped, pierced, mugged, anything!  Anyway.  I think I found the remains of a dead animal back here.  I scootching as much as I possibly can away from it.  The college I'm going to is about an hour outside of New York City.  Next stop Freedom University.

I always make sure I get a window seat.  You don't feel like you're in a flying coffin of death as much.  I like it when the plane turns down on your side, so you get to look at the land.  Clouds are good too though, it's amazing what you'll see in them.  The drink cart lady came by and while she was helping the other row, I took one.  Since I am only 18, she would laugh at me if I asked for one.  Like she'll miss it.  I didn't have much time, so I just grabbed the first one I saw.  It doesn't taste that bad, maybe it'll make me feel better...I'm going to have something I want for a change...I wonder who came up with the idea of first-class and second.  I get that they pay extra, but it's kind of degrading...squishing us back here, throwing us a pack of peanuts and a barf bag, calling it good.  Yes thank you!  Oh, don't you worry, I'll never be flying with you again!  Just kidding.