shana

Ok. As i woke up this morning i thought, damn, as ridiculous as it is that it takes me THIRTY FIVE minutes to get to class when i live less than five minutes from campus, im gonna leave even earlier for class. So i do, i leave like five minutes earlier than i usually do and first of all, people drive like freakin... i dunno. but the speed limit is 25 on main street. and APPARENTLY thats not slow enough for the vast majority of bloomsburg drivers. Judging from their actions, i would say they all feel that 25 mph is about 10 mph too fast. so anyway, 20 minutes later, i finally arrive in the upper campus parking lot because, of course, the lower campus one is totally full. I dont even bother looking for a parking space there anymore. But anyway, i look at the clock in my car and think "15 minutes, awesome, i will defnitely be to class on time today..." so i get out and go stand at the shuttle bus stop.. and stand... and stand some more... and a little more... and then just a little bit more. . . by now a large crowd of somewhat frantic 9am classgoers has accumulated, varying in stress levels, but all anxiously peering down the road nevertheless. FINALLY the bus shows up, everyone gets on. now in my experience dealing with bus drivers, after everyone gets on the bus, and he shuts that cool bus door, and it makes the neat hissing noise and stuff... he like GOES. he DRIVES. he ACCELERATES TOWARDS HIS DESTINATION. but i dunno this guy must be different because he just sat there. I guess he was waiting to see if anyone else was gonna pull into the parking lot and get out and hop on the bus... but first of all, no one did, and secondly, thats really nice of him, but like that dude HAS to know we all have 9am classes. And like, if your not at the bus stop when the bus comes.... YOU MISS YOUR BUS. too bad. deal with it. catch the next one. and anyway, according to the university they run about three minutes apart [bullshit] but yeah. the dude eventually decides to start driving and he stops at another stop and a bunch of kids get on and some guy wearing an aeropostale jacket or something and the distinctive odor of AXE sits next to me, at which point i glance at my watch. It reads 9:01, which excites a "what the FUCK" from me... and i think that my uncontained expression of emotion made "AXE" a little uncomfortable. at this point im seriously contemplating staying after class for a few minutes to apologize to dr. lister for the fact that i am late EVERY DAY. i HATE being late for things, especially classes, i seriously feel like the rudest person ever when i walk into a room after the teacher as already started talking. but anyway, upon arriving at the bus stop, i bound off the bus and sprint towards Bakeless, swing open the door, fly up the stairs like three steps at a time [which is an incredible feat for a person under 5 foot] and walk down the now-deserted hallway only to find a note on the door that my class has been cancelled. sigh.