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The Journal of a College Freshman, First Semester July 20, 2003     She wants to be friends.     I couldn’t believe it when she said it.  I’m still having trouble believing it now.  After all, it’s only been two weeks since she broke up with me.  A mere two weeks, and now she’s acting like we’re back where we were six months ago.  As if nothing even happened.  As if our time together was meaningless.     I wanted to tell her that I couldn’t do it.  Not yet.  I wanted to tell her that the pain of our parting was still too keen.  But I didn’t.  I ignored the screaming in my head.  I just nodded and told

     KA-WHONK!     The Delta Airlines Boeing 747 suddenly seemed to fall a few feet in the air, causing every passenger’s stomach to drop sickeningly.  As the flight stabilized, agitated murmurs began to fill the air as nervous passengers vocalized their curiosity as to what was going on.  Soon after, the intercom buzzed.     “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.  We’ve just entered an area of rather heavy turbulence, so the ride may get a little bit rough.  You’ll notice that the ‘Fasten Seatbelt’ light is now lit, so if you would all please buckle up, I’m sure we’ll all have a nice