It was the first day of school after the horrible hurricane Sandy. There was actually a mob scene in the train. I never experienced this kind of terrible thing. This was my first time to stand in a extremely crowded train for the entirely way to school and again the same way to go back home. I couldn’t move, and it was impossible to count how many hands were right above my head or crossing my face. I hated the atmosphere and I hated the crowded there. I strongly desired to leave this uncomfortable place and have a deep breath of fresh air, but I couldn’t. It was very hard to get into the train and I won’t give my precious space to anybody else. This was the only way I could go to school. No matter how bad the situation there, I had to tolerate. In this serious aftermath of the hurricane, if I can get to school on time, I will be a lucky person since some other people living in places with disrupted transportation. I wish I can have a car, even though I have to wait for a long line to get gasoline.
