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  • First week of school for 2012

    I got on the wrong bus this morning, there are three buses that stop at my bus stop. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was the migraine I was still feeling for the 35th hour. It was 8 in the morning, my eyes weren't fully open. Even now, I want to blame the front numbers lit on the bus, I want to assume their inaccuracy. The woman waiting with me at the bus stop seemed like a #20 rider, she got on the bus, I followed her. The announcement that the bus PA system informed me I was on the wrong bus,

    "Next stop, SW....."

    The bus I should be on, doesn't go into SW. shit. It was a small, inner "shit." These things happen, I am resigned to being late to class, for getting on the wrong bus on Thursday. I paused to collect myself, to check in. I was nauseas, all I had eaten was my coffee. The walk to school was already going to be 20 minutes long with the rain, but to make it the grocery store it would add 15 minutes.

    I was 35 minutes late to class. Which class? Time Arts.
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