The plane finally started moving again at 7:15, the time in which it was scheduled to arrive in JFK. Our plane didn’t in fact touch down till approximately 8:40, and then since we lost our spot in line at the terminals, we had to wait an additional 10 to 20 minutes to be released. A stuartist on the load speaker announces that for all that are making a connection flight after 9:30 pm, to let those before 9:30 to go first. My international flight out of JFK was scheduled to leave at 9:25 pm to Germany. As the seat belt lights are no longer illuminated, I gathered my things and headed out of the plane as fast as I could. My medium sized bag from below was not out of the plane yet however and I was left to wait. After everyone from the airplane had exited, my bag finally was distributed off the conveyor belt by a male attendant into the terminal and I was off towards my next flight. I left my flight’s terminal, only to discover that the surrounding area was devoted soley to Delta. I looked above on the large map of JFK airport. I would have to take the tram. I dashed off crossing the street towards another building. There was an escalator that went both to the next level and the one beneath. No signs indicated which the right way to go was. An old African American man appeared in view. “Looking for the tram?’’ he asks. I nod. “It’s upstairs’’ he says. I turned to go up the escalator and when I looked back the old man was gone. An angel, I thought to myself... As I reached the tram, which happened to be up the escalator and back down again, I discover that the one I have to take is next. I almost took the wrong one!! I entered & exited the correct tram and arrived to an even bigger part of the airport than before. JFK is huge, I thought to myself.I quickly looked through and through to the infinite row of check in stations but Singapore airlines was no longer even on the main computer screens. Screw it. I’ll just have to take this bag with me I thought as I rushed past a crowd of people who were waiting for a tiny elevator to come and down some regular stairs. I reached the main floor and towards my gate. Security awaited me. Is there a way to get past all this? I thought to myself. As I make an attempt in doing so, a man positioned at the start promptly coughs and asks, “excuse me miss, do you have your boarding pass?’’ I hand it to him in dismay. “Singapore airlines?! They went through here hours ago!’’ In the commotion, there just so happened to be two Singapore airlines struartists in decorative attire with their hair up in buns standing near-by that caught wind of our conversation. “Let me see that!’’ the more assertive woman asks. Shocked, she shows it to her colleague and immediately gets out her walkie talkie talking into it in a foreign language. Suddenly there is a male attendant for Singapore airlines that shows up and briskly takes my bag. The luggage is too large for carry on she tells me afterward. She rushes me through security waving her badge at every chance. I scramble to get off my shoes, jacket, and any other things to place in the tub. We are abruptly met with a hold up however in line…a large African American woman walking slowly across the threshold to be scanned. A male security worker makes a remark about her gold watch warped around her wrist. “Come on!’’ I think to myself. The stuartist waves her badge and we are swiftly allowed to go next. When all that was finally over, I reached for the tub and shoved my shows on, tying them loosely. As I look up, I notice both the woman and man were gone! I looked up still, way down in the distance I spotted them, the man with my bag, and the woman carrying my tote. I grasped for my jacket and ran to catch up. My life, wallet, passport, papers, everything, is in their hands I thought to myself as I ran. Reaching the front desk for my flight the woman leaves me. Her part of the journey was done. A man at the front desk exclaims that there is no way this bag will make it onto this flight and will have to be sent on the next over night flight to Frankfurt, arriving the following day. “Fine’’ I say to the man as another personnel scans my boarding pass. At this I rushed across the thresh hold to go down towards the aircraft. “That way is closed!’’, a voice behind me says, the male attendant that helped me with my bag previously rushes past me, “this way!’’ Following the male attendant down the terminal and around towards the aircraft I see the door to the plane closing! The male attendant shows his badge to them, and explains that I am a passenger. At this, the doors reopened for me, and I am aloud inside the aircraft. Finding my seat I sat down with beads of sweat dripping off my face. I looked at the time. Just one minute to spare. The plane starts to move, I am on my way.