We started the term one week early and now we finish one week later. Coming in at 7:30 for class, what would have been a busy and cramped bus ended up being barren and mostly empty.
The only people sitting were medical students, given away by the telltale sign of the class backpack slung over their shoulders.
Pack’s on the move.
I decided to get to school early this morning. I had made plans last Friday with a friend to get breakfast on campus.
When I got on the bus, two other friends of mine were there as well, making our usual trek to class. We chatted briefly about our weekends but suddenly our bus made a stop it doesn’t typically make on the side of the road.
Looking forward, there was another bus parked in front of us. The driver had already left to check what was going on ahead on the road. She promptly reported back there was an accident and that the road was cordoned off. We’d have to walk.
Exiting and crossing the street there were at least 10 buses swamped on the side of the road. We were only two blocks away from another bus line that also went to campus. Surely it wasn’t the whole intersection?
Indeed it was, both bus lines couldn’t pass by the area. We would have to walk down the route and find where the buses were getting re-routed.
In the end, we got to PBL sessions with a minute to spare. No breakfast though. Damn.
I learned afterward that a van had crashed into a digger at the intersection, sending the large metal shovel into the middle of the road.
A winter without snow just is not the same thing. We finally have enough snow to blanket the neighborhood. It’s fun to see but now there’s more things to consider. I’ll need to start shoveling the walkway soon. School wise, this could be a major setback—this is Vancouver after all. Chances are my bus is going to get stuck in the snow, all 2 inches of it; either that or it will not be able to drive up the hill right before my stop and get grounded.
I remember back in the day, I never used to see buses in this town. This was almost 15 years ago. Then every so slowly, you saw bus stops appear around downtown; still it was hard to spot a bus, which begged the question: where did they all go?
Well, I’ve finally home and I see at least 2 or 3 buses every time I go out. A remarkable development or my powers of observations in the past were seriously lacking. I decided to go online and take a look at what the bus schedule is like: A busy route has a bus come every 30 minutes and a not-so-busy route has a bus come every hour. Moreover, I heard they aren’t even that on time.
How do you expect to get to class on time on a bus schedule like that?