Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Why I hate living in NYC...
4:00--Mean janitor kicks me out of my classroom, telling me to shut my window like he's preemptively scolding me for not doing it.
4:05--Begin walk to the 2 stop near my school, lugging giant duffel bag that I've been bringing my things to school in every day this week.
4:20--Realize that I have seriously underestimated how far away the subway stop is.
4:30--Arrive at subway stop and walk up 2 long flights of stairs.
4:35--Turn around and walk back down the stairs, because I didn't read the sign explaining that that was the Bronx-bound side of the track.
4:40--Hear the train coming and sprint up the 2 flights of stairs on the other side of the street.
4:42--Panic because the announcer called the train a 2 train, but all the signs inside and outside say 5.
4:50--The train stops between stations. The conductor demands that we be patient while the train people work out some problem with the train ahead of us.
5:00--Continue waiting.
5:10--Continue waiting. Start having to pee.
5:15--Finally begin moving.
5:30--Arrive at 96th st. Sprint down and up the stairs to get to the other platform where the 1 train just arrived.
5:35--Wait. Train doors remain open and people keep pushing their way in. Conductor does not explain what the problem is. I am trapped under the armpit of a very tall man wearing a tank top. And now I REALLY have to pee.
5:45--Finally begin moving.
5:55--Arrive at destination and begin walk to Bank St. Book Store, still lugging giant duffel bag. Park bag behind bookshelf and beg to use the bathroom.
6:00--Discover that they are out of all the popsicle sticks shaped like people and the horizontal pocket charts. The only welcome displays they have left are children carrying apples that spell out the word "Welcome." It's the same display I used last September, then threw out in June because I thought it was stupid.
6:10--Pick up duffel bag and pay $12 for stupid welcome display. It is approximately 2 feet wide and 1 foot long...and the book store people say they don't have a bag big enough for it. I carry it awkwardly in 1 hand, and the duffel bag over the other shoulder.
6:15--Wait for train to Times Square, then squeeze myself and duffel bag into overcrowded train.
6:20--Get stuck walking behind really slow lady. See N train arrive, doors open and doors close, all the while trying to get out from behind her so I can run across the platform, down the tracks and get on the train. Fail.
6:25--Q train arrives.
6:30--R train arrives.
6:35--N train FINALLY arrives. Man in a suit goes up to the door. Man in a baseball cap begins screaming curse words at him. I guess cap man was mad because suit man cut in front of him... They both continue cursing and screaming at each other until 59th & Lex.
6:40--Tall girl with curly hair gets on the train and leans her whole back against the pole in front of me. There is nowhere for me to hold on, except right behind her neck, and her curly hair is all over my hand.
6:45--Arrive at Queensboro Plaza. Forget that I am supposed to get off to go pick up the UPS package that they couldn't deliver because I live in an apartment building with a tiny mailbox.
6:50--There are finally seats available on the train, and, just as I am moving my duffel bag over so I can sit in one, a mean fat man squeezes behind me and takes it.
6:52--Try to email my friend to say that I feel sick and can't go to a play with her tonight. Train jolts and, since I still can't hold onto the pole in front of me, I jerk backwards and accidentally send the email before finishing it.
7:00--Lug giant duffel bag off the train.
7:07--Check mailbox and see that the postal service attempted to deliver a package, but couldn't leave it because of the previously described apartment building/mailbox problem. They ask me to come pick it up 11 blocks away.
7:10--Collapse on the couch, throwing my duffel bag and welcome display to the floor. Decide to share my misery with the world.
4:05--Begin walk to the 2 stop near my school, lugging giant duffel bag that I've been bringing my things to school in every day this week.
4:20--Realize that I have seriously underestimated how far away the subway stop is.
4:30--Arrive at subway stop and walk up 2 long flights of stairs.
4:35--Turn around and walk back down the stairs, because I didn't read the sign explaining that that was the Bronx-bound side of the track.
4:40--Hear the train coming and sprint up the 2 flights of stairs on the other side of the street.
4:42--Panic because the announcer called the train a 2 train, but all the signs inside and outside say 5.
4:50--The train stops between stations. The conductor demands that we be patient while the train people work out some problem with the train ahead of us.
5:00--Continue waiting.
5:10--Continue waiting. Start having to pee.
5:15--Finally begin moving.
5:30--Arrive at 96th st. Sprint down and up the stairs to get to the other platform where the 1 train just arrived.
5:35--Wait. Train doors remain open and people keep pushing their way in. Conductor does not explain what the problem is. I am trapped under the armpit of a very tall man wearing a tank top. And now I REALLY have to pee.
5:45--Finally begin moving.
5:55--Arrive at destination and begin walk to Bank St. Book Store, still lugging giant duffel bag. Park bag behind bookshelf and beg to use the bathroom.
6:00--Discover that they are out of all the popsicle sticks shaped like people and the horizontal pocket charts. The only welcome displays they have left are children carrying apples that spell out the word "Welcome." It's the same display I used last September, then threw out in June because I thought it was stupid.
6:10--Pick up duffel bag and pay $12 for stupid welcome display. It is approximately 2 feet wide and 1 foot long...and the book store people say they don't have a bag big enough for it. I carry it awkwardly in 1 hand, and the duffel bag over the other shoulder.
6:15--Wait for train to Times Square, then squeeze myself and duffel bag into overcrowded train.
6:20--Get stuck walking behind really slow lady. See N train arrive, doors open and doors close, all the while trying to get out from behind her so I can run across the platform, down the tracks and get on the train. Fail.
6:25--Q train arrives.
6:30--R train arrives.
6:35--N train FINALLY arrives. Man in a suit goes up to the door. Man in a baseball cap begins screaming curse words at him. I guess cap man was mad because suit man cut in front of him... They both continue cursing and screaming at each other until 59th & Lex.
6:40--Tall girl with curly hair gets on the train and leans her whole back against the pole in front of me. There is nowhere for me to hold on, except right behind her neck, and her curly hair is all over my hand.
6:45--Arrive at Queensboro Plaza. Forget that I am supposed to get off to go pick up the UPS package that they couldn't deliver because I live in an apartment building with a tiny mailbox.
6:50--There are finally seats available on the train, and, just as I am moving my duffel bag over so I can sit in one, a mean fat man squeezes behind me and takes it.
6:52--Try to email my friend to say that I feel sick and can't go to a play with her tonight. Train jolts and, since I still can't hold onto the pole in front of me, I jerk backwards and accidentally send the email before finishing it.
7:00--Lug giant duffel bag off the train.
7:07--Check mailbox and see that the postal service attempted to deliver a package, but couldn't leave it because of the previously described apartment building/mailbox problem. They ask me to come pick it up 11 blocks away.
7:10--Collapse on the couch, throwing my duffel bag and welcome display to the floor. Decide to share my misery with the world.
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