The actual train ride was tolerable. Though, as I responded to student journal entries, I found myself getting slightly train sick. No biggie though. And there was the old dude rocking the Foxy Lady hat who swapped stories with the train conductor regarding their stints in rehab/jail. Sort of gave me more respect for the conductor for if it wasn't for witnessing this interaction, I'd think he lacked personality.
Anyway. I got off at Back Bay and MIRACULOUSLY turned myself in the RIGHT direction to get to Northeastern. Background information: I lived in Boston for five years (2002-2007), I went to Northeastern for undergrad, and I've walked these streets COUNTLESS times. Yet, somehow, for the last year as I've been attending grad school back at NEU (alumni tuition discount, holla), I've managed to get myself lost. Literally, lost every single time I have class. Two weeks ago, I managed to get myself lost for a good 45 minutes, exploring parts of Boston I didn't know existed, and showing up fashionably late for a meeting. Mind you, the walk from Back Bay is literally a straight shot mile (or less). I feel like I should take this time to explain that I haven't always been this brain dead. Honestly, I was quite smart until I started taking so many classes in conjunction with working and then all of a sudden my steel trap became a lint trap.
So, as I was saying, I managed to NOT get lost and for once had the opportunity to revel in my surroundings. Though, perhaps I always revel and that's why I'm usually lost?! ANYWAY. Revelling had me taking in above average looking guys playing a round of basketball. I think I need to start hanging out at the courts, in addition to coffee shops, laundromats (find my missing sock!), book stores, and record stores, as a means to meet the fellas. I mean, I totally rocked at hoops back in the 4th grade. Killed it. I started a coffee shop scope last Sunday which went relatively well. Though, I need to brainstorm pick-up lines....Can I go up to a barista and say: "You see that guy over there? You know the one pretending to do a report on his laptop? Yeah, that one. A. Do you think we'd look totally cute together? ! And B. Can you send him a frapuccino and say it's from me? Subtle like though. Know what I mean?"
Whoa. Back to the night at hand. So, I was like, wicked stoked, that I managed to get to Northeastern with time to spare. Usually, I'm crashing in five minutes late all Kramer-like. Ah, yes, people have actually commented on this. Unfortunately, I got too jazzed too soon because once I got to Northeastern I found myself getting lost in the same building that A. I had class in two weeks prior and B. That I had class in for four years during undergrad aka MY BRAIN IS FRIED. Thankfully, I did manage to make it to class with three minutes to spare and was congratulated by my friend who was completely surprised by my non-Kramer-crash entrance. I was proud.
Class. Ah. What can I say. We did skits. I talked about my cat. Another classmate referred to "reflections" as being pointless which was awesome because A. It's true and B. It's basically the basis of this entire course/masters program. So many reflections. I am reflected OUT. I may be one of the few females out there who is officially sick of talking about her feelings. F feelings. Reflections, be gone!
Tonight is a really big night for me because not only did I manage to avoid the Kramer-crash, but I also ran out of class BEFORE it was over!!! I'm beyond proud. Basically, I live an hour away and depend on the commuter rail. For the last year of classes, I've stayed until the very last minute, often resulting in missing the early train and having to wait around for another hour. It's my last semester, and as you've noticed, I'm not exactly getting any smarter, and at this point, I value sleep (what I can muster of it), so I ran out. Literally, ran out. I felt rude, but mainly, I felt inspired by myself for looking out for myself!!! And I made that early train with just three minutes to spare! !! Let it be known, however: running in a pencil skirt really shortens one's stride. I mean, I still made good time because I got mad sprinting skillz, but pencil skirts; flattering, yes. Good for splits and sprints (and peeing), no.
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