I promised you little peasants a rant on the buses. As a responsible noblewoman, I always make good on a promise. It just so happens that I had a lovely experience with the bus this morning, so my source is fresh in my mind. Here we go....
First of all, isn't it hideous enough that I had to get up before noon on a Saturday? No, actually, isn't it hideous enough that I had to miss out on a trip to UVA in order to fill out some damn surveys for two hours so that a psych major can compare my insanity to that of others, others of low birth at that! Then, in order to do this I had to get up before noon on a Saturday! Well, evidently the gods enjoy watching this poor college freshman squirm....
Today is December 1. The temperature is 71 degrees Farenheit. A bit warm, yes? So, outside, at 11:45 AM, in the bright glaring sunlight of a Saturday morning (something no decent human being should be exposed to, but such is my dedication to my studies, or rather, my dedication to not failing). Waiting for the bus, which should be there at 11:45 AM. But that would just be too simple. Instead, it shows up at 11:55, causing me to be 15 minutes late for the study (traffic was involved in part of that lateness, but it was not a factor in making the bus 10 minutes late for its scheduled pickup time. I'm still working on how to blame the bus for the traffic, but my brain was addled by all that exposure to <shudder> natural light, so I'm not thinking quite clearly.)
This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, that the bus has let me down. Perhaps the best example of this is the 2 hour gas break that it takes from 2 to 4 every day. This break (which is only supposed to last from 2-2:30) caused me to be late to my freshman seminar a grand total of 4 times in a row. Needless to say, this is a bad thing. Imagine: 15 people seated around the room, calmly discussing the ramifications of eugenics on Huxley's writing of Brave New World. In bursts a rather disheveled noblewoman, jacket askew, glasses falling off of her face, after having run 8 blocks in order to get to class 10 minutes late. Now, have this happen every time the class meets, for two weeks. There, this is what the bus did to me. Somehow I don't think this made a favorable impression upon my professor. They all actually pity me now, as I have had to fully explain the bus situation to them (being the only G.I. Jane in the class). Which I suppose is better than having them think me to be lazy or indifferent.........but I fucking hate being pitied.
Salvation comes soon, though, in the form of moving into Barrett (I almost typed "back into Barrett," but realized that this was inaccurate, as I have never actually lived there). 18 more days of being at the G.I (translation for long-distance peasants: G.I. = Governor's Inn, where my court is currently being held while the palace is renovated. G.I. Jane = resident of this, the ninth circle of Hell, I mean lovely establishment that has been so generous in letting us stay here). However, moving causes its own set of madness-inducing issues, not the least of which is they want to steal my stuff. But that is for a later date, when I need a break from studying for finals. Alas, not even the nobility are exempt from that particular curse of humanity......... |
