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Never before have I ever thought that a busdriver could ruin my life. This blog could be over before it's barely bugun. This morning I dragged my overworked body to the bus stop gasping and wheezing, my sore throat pushed to flames. Nearly collapsing after my mad rush, I slide down against the telephone pole to wait the next six minutes for the bus I thought I was going to miss. We had a substitute, and that's alright, I was totally fine with that. What happened next is what made me detest that driver.
As we pull up to the last stop I contemplate seeing my friend, who yesterday i had interviewed for my project. I relise with heightening horror that I left the interview DVD at home, which is vital. I need that DVD or, I'm afraid, I'll be kicked out of the class. The tech. and the gifted teacher made quite clear, people who had nothing to show were sacked immediatly. I had nothing to show now. I begged the driver to let me off the bus, holding back hot tears. She promptly refused. Who did she think I was, any how, one of those terrible hooligans? She was picking me up in an upper-income neighborhood after all, I can be expected to pay a large portion of the taxes that pay for her wages.
Returning to my seat I quietly lay my head on another friend of mine's shoulder, to quietly let the tears spill out my eyes. The dear thing, she was so nice, but kept insessently asking me "Whats wrong? Whats the matter? Are you going to be okay?" I just wanted her to saty silent so that I could be miserable in peace.
So, soon i will know my fate. will all my research and hardwork be for naught? Will my interviews gather dust? Only G&T can tell.
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Posted by kskinny on 2008-05-01 09:40:33 | Rating: | Views: 43
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