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JULY 1, 2009
As the car drove up to the airport, I felt a sense of dejavu. Its hard to believe only a year ago I went to Europe as
a student ambassador. The airport scene seemed routined and over dramatized yet somewhat conforting. I knew
all of the people from the California delegation, yet I knew that their corpse like personalities they displayed at the meetings
weren't who they really were. As parents bid fairwells, delegates started to come out from their shells. The first
person I met was Jordan Sternberg. We all went off during our free time in our groups
still seperated by gender. At 9:30 P.M. it was time for boarding. My seat was right by the wing in the middle seat right between
Jordan and Frankie. After take off, we watched movies and fell asleep for the first twelve hours, but the last three
hours were torture. Nerve racking silence forced me pay attention to my thoughts. Emotions of anxiety, excitement, and fear
all rushed through my veins and cluttered my head. Even though I've traveled with People to People before, but no matter how
familiar i was with riding on a plane something felt somehow alien. This day may have only been in the story of my life, but
it was the first step in begining my trip. As a pilot might say: the hardest part about flying is take off and landing.
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