By Alex Toomey, Rutgers University, USA The Plane Journey: Tears, Tunes, and Timmy Tim: My journey began with a predictably tearful goodbye—pulling myself out of the comfortable embrace of my friends and family at the painfully early hour of 6:30 AM. Well, maybe not that early, but when you’re a sleepy girl like me, anything before 9 AM feels like dawn. As the taxi pulled away, my tears only intensified, so naturally, I chose to make things worse by playing the most heart-wrenching songs known to man. Think “Scott Street” by Phoebe Bridgers level of emotional torture—#dontbeastranger indeed.