Bus

I never took the school bus to school. I only rode the bus home my Sophomore Year. For that I am truly blessed but secretly I always felt like I was missing out on a kid’s basic human right. The tiny green monster of jealousy would come out when I would see a school bus on TV.

Now I am in college and I take the bus every day. To and from school. It isn’t some glorious yellow bus but rather UTA, the all mighty public transportation. Because of my childhood dream, I don’t loathe the bus. I actually enjoy it. I don’t have to drive, and deal with the heart ache of parking lots, other drivers, and car maintenance. I always know where the bus will pick me up and drop me off. It is one constant in my life.

There are days when the bus is late. Luckily for me I have a handy dandy UTA app that tracks the bus for me. Normally when the bus is late it is frustrating because my urge to use the bathroom is increasing. For the past couple days the bus has been late but that has been working in my favor. I see my clock and see that the bus should of come 3 minutes ago. So I am planning on staying at the bus stop for 12 minutes. Psych! The bus pulls up. Some people don’t see this as a blessing, but I sure do. My appreciation for the public transportation system has grown since I have come to college.