Thursday, September 23, 2004
Taking the bus back to college avenue in the evening
On weeknights, after 9:30, I believe, the A bus becomes the only bus running from College Avenue to Busch Campus. It takes the H bus route, however. Good to know, right? Why am I writing about this? I missed the A going back to College Ave by waiting on the wrong side of Werblin and had to take the A as it entered the Busch Campus.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
"It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief
, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness."—George Borrow.
While waiting for the bus to go back to College Ave, I got bored and started throwing my keys high straight up into the sky and trying to catch them. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at this activity and my keys often ended up in the street. So I turn around and face the lawn in front of the Werblin Rec. Center—standing in front of a nice-sized tree. It takes me one throw to lose my keys to the nebulous branches of the tree and my heart sinks.
I immediately begin pondering the consequences of my idiocy: relying on Mike (my roommate) to open get access to our dorm room, paying the $60 fee to replace the lock, waiting until winter for the leaves to abscize off the tree to get my wonderful Fleet bank compass keychain. I tried in vain to shake the tree, the branches, doing so only half-heartedly because I couldn't see my keys anywhere in the tree through the darkness.
Having already prepared myself to accept the worst case scenario, one of two guys waiting at the bus stop asked me what I was staring at. I tell him I was really stupid and threw my keys into the tree. Quickly, one of the guys spots my keychain and the other suggests using my shoe to knock the keys down. I try and miss, but
the other's throw was true. Soon after, I was putting my shoe back on and asking for the names of my benefactors. Now I forget their names, but I will try to remember their faces. Both were business majors who were on their way to the College Avenue Gym to play basketball after finishing up playing at Werblin. What have I learned?
While waiting for the bus to go back to College Ave, I got bored and started throwing my keys high straight up into the sky and trying to catch them. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at this activity and my keys often ended up in the street. So I turn around and face the lawn in front of the Werblin Rec. Center—standing in front of a nice-sized tree. It takes me one throw to lose my keys to the nebulous branches of the tree and my heart sinks.
I immediately begin pondering the consequences of my idiocy: relying on Mike (my roommate) to open get access to our dorm room, paying the $60 fee to replace the lock, waiting until winter for the leaves to abscize off the tree to get my wonderful Fleet bank compass keychain. I tried in vain to shake the tree, the branches, doing so only half-heartedly because I couldn't see my keys anywhere in the tree through the darkness.
Having already prepared myself to accept the worst case scenario, one of two guys waiting at the bus stop asked me what I was staring at. I tell him I was really stupid and threw my keys into the tree. Quickly, one of the guys spots my keychain and the other suggests using my shoe to knock the keys down. I try and miss, but
the other's throw was true. Soon after, I was putting my shoe back on and asking for the names of my benefactors. Now I forget their names, but I will try to remember their faces. Both were business majors who were on their way to the College Avenue Gym to play basketball after finishing up playing at Werblin. What have I learned?
- Don't do idle things with important objects of critical value (i.e. your keys).
- Now, I'm not sure whether I would've eventually found the keys in the tree by myself, but don't panic or give up too easily in the face of adversity or you might miss seeing boat on the horizon.
- Anything else?
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