Critter Comix Week 10 !

MAN.

I did everything right. Everything. I had a class on North Campus from 5:30 to 7:45, a class that only allows one absence. Knowing it was snowing and that buses were probably struggling, I made the responsible, mature choice to leave early. I got on the bus at 4:45, thinking I was being proactive. I was wrong.

The second I sat down, I entered a nightmare. No service. None. The windows were completely fogged up, so I couldn’t see outside. The bus wasn’t stopping at any recognizable stops. Time passed. Minutes blurred together. I had no idea where we were or how far we’d gone. I was just stuck, trapped in a warm, moving box with no information and no escape.

At some point, I realized the unthinkable: it was late. Not “running behind” late. Catastrophically late. That bus did not let me off until 6:30 p.m. SIX. THIRTY. I boarded at 4:45 and emerged nearly two hours later like a survivor of an expedition no one warned me about.

When I finally staggered into my class, defeated, I discovered that I was one of three people who had shown up. Three. After all that. And then the professor, in a move that felt deeply personal, announced that everyone would get free attendance and we could all go home. My effort? Meaningless. My suffering? For nothing.

But wait. It gets worse.

I still had to get home. And after being psychologically destroyed by that bus, I refused to step onto another one. So at 8 p.m., in freezing temperatures, heavy wind, and aggressive snow, I walked home. Forty minutes. Alone. In the dark. Actively being punished by the weather.

I tried to be responsible and the universe responded by wasting my entire evening, freezing me solid, and teaching me a valuable lesson: never trust public transportation, optimism, or snow.