It’s the night before I go to Atlanta and I am beyond excited. My flight is early in the morning and I am so ready to go. I checked my flight once more before I go to bed and I noticed instead of my flight saying a.m., it says p.m. At this moment I am livid, my head felt like an erupting volcano and I have no one to blame but myself. Luckily my grandpa works for Fort Lauderdale Hollywood International Airport and he told me that he would fix it in the morning. That makes me feel a little better but it still makes me feel like I’m walking on egg shells because I don’t know what to expect. I force myself to sleep because in a matter of hours I will see my boyfriend, get ready for prom, and have the night of my life. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and sit up in my bed trying to blink through the darkness of my room. As of right now I am having mixed emotions, I am excited, anxious, and nervous at the same time. I get up, get dressed and check my bag to make sure I have everything in it. When we get to the airport we immediately go to terminal two and talk to the agent at the Delta desk. She said that there were a lot of flights going to Atlanta and she put me on the first one, however I was on standby. That is the absolute worst was way to fly, especially when you have important activities to tend to. I get through security and make my way to gate D7. I immediately go to the monitor to look for my name on the standby flights and I got bumped several times so now I have to wait for the next flight. I fell asleep and was awakened an hour or two later by the aroma of bagels and fresh coffee. I was sitting there for another hour and a half. My grandpa came to check on me, shortly after he arrived the woman at the front desk called my name. I jumped up and did a run-walk to the counter and she informed me that I was cleared to get on the flight. I got my ticket, said goodbye to my grandpa and proceeded to the plane. When the plane landed I was