
 




 The bus! Route 25, 9:05 PM. Let me tell you! My public transportation experience was two fold! It was somewhat exciting as well! Heading to the bus stop I was a little weary. I hurried out of work in time the catch the GTA in front of Four Seasons Mall. I was the only sole at the bus stop. The us drove by at first ad came back around to pick me up like 15 minutes later. I stepped on the bus and it was packed. It was dark outside and in the bus. The aroma wasn't very pleasant either and it seemed to get stronger as more people get on. I decided to stand instead of sitting plus there was no where for me to sit between the passengers and their shopping bags! Standing at the front of the bus, I was able to take in the full experience of the bus. This old crotchety lady and I were the only white people on the bus! It was a little shocking, I expected more diversity but practically all the passengers were black! When the older white woman yelled at me for standing at the front, I decided to get off. Walking to meet my ride back to my car, I thought about the reading and how blacks worked so hard to get equality with whites and now from the public transportation system it seems like they are still as just as segregated. The feeling on the bus was that of remorse. It seemed like the people didn't even want to be riding the bus at all. The public transportation I believe would be a great way to get around if the bad connotations were removed.
The bus! Route 25, 9:05 PM. Let me tell you! My public transportation experience was two fold! It was somewhat exciting as well! Heading to the bus stop I was a little weary. I hurried out of work in time the catch the GTA in front of Four Seasons Mall. I was the only sole at the bus stop. The us drove by at first ad came back around to pick me up like 15 minutes later. I stepped on the bus and it was packed. It was dark outside and in the bus. The aroma wasn't very pleasant either and it seemed to get stronger as more people get on. I decided to stand instead of sitting plus there was no where for me to sit between the passengers and their shopping bags! Standing at the front of the bus, I was able to take in the full experience of the bus. This old crotchety lady and I were the only white people on the bus! It was a little shocking, I expected more diversity but practically all the passengers were black! When the older white woman yelled at me for standing at the front, I decided to get off. Walking to meet my ride back to my car, I thought about the reading and how blacks worked so hard to get equality with whites and now from the public transportation system it seems like they are still as just as segregated. The feeling on the bus was that of remorse. It seemed like the people didn't even want to be riding the bus at all. The public transportation I believe would be a great way to get around if the bad connotations were removed.
 This word sums up my first week. Not only did I go to class 15 hours but I worked 22. Soooo.. I was going eighteen different ways at once, trying to get everything done was like trying to tie a knot in a fart truthfully. It was a miracle I made it through that week and am still functioning today. I am excited though about studio and all the 'fun' stuff we are going to get into. Hopefully the rest of the semester will pan out.
This word sums up my first week. Not only did I go to class 15 hours but I worked 22. Soooo.. I was going eighteen different ways at once, trying to get everything done was like trying to tie a knot in a fart truthfully. It was a miracle I made it through that week and am still functioning today. I am excited though about studio and all the 'fun' stuff we are going to get into. Hopefully the rest of the semester will pan out.