In the back of a taxi:

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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.