So I had to catch a cello recital at 4 if I want to pass my class.
I hop a 29 to the mall at 2:45. Get to the mall at 2:58.
The 57 was to come at 3:21, to have me on campus at 3:31, so I had plenty of time to wander over to the Performing Arts building.
So. Naturally.
Bus never came.
Finally the next 57 came, at 3:45. I got off across the street from campus at 3:55. RAN LIKE FUCKING HELL TO THE PERFORMING ARTS BUILDING.
Got there at 4:01. And they were still seating.
Yay! I managed to actually reach it in time. Which means I still have a chance of passing class.
I do get sick of the 57 standing me up. Especially in a case like this. But, eh.
Oh, and the music was nice too. Especially the last piece. It was like Theme To Moonside or something. The celloist, who also happens to be my instructor, said before she began it that you have to be crazy to play it and drunk to properly appreciate it. Heh.
I hop a 29 to the mall at 2:45. Get to the mall at 2:58.
The 57 was to come at 3:21, to have me on campus at 3:31, so I had plenty of time to wander over to the Performing Arts building.
So. Naturally.
Bus never came.
Finally the next 57 came, at 3:45. I got off across the street from campus at 3:55. RAN LIKE FUCKING HELL TO THE PERFORMING ARTS BUILDING.
Got there at 4:01. And they were still seating.
Yay! I managed to actually reach it in time. Which means I still have a chance of passing class.
I do get sick of the 57 standing me up. Especially in a case like this. But, eh.
Oh, and the music was nice too. Especially the last piece. It was like Theme To Moonside or something. The celloist, who also happens to be my instructor, said before she began it that you have to be crazy to play it and drunk to properly appreciate it. Heh.