Narrative...
Tuesday through Friday are the most hetic days of my life. To take a car, then a train, and finally a subway to get to school is more than any other student does!
To start my morning, I have to drive my car about five miles to the Ronkonkoma train station, try to find a parking spot (which is not easy at 6:15 in the morning), and walk up and around the platforms to get to the train. Of course at 6am, all the fancy business men and women are standing and waiting for the train too, so finding a seat is very difficult. The train ride on the Long Island Railroad is nothing more than flattening my butt for an hour and a half. I usually go on with my iPod in one hand, and my phone in another; and if your lucky, I would do some homework too.
It is like a madhouse trying to get off the train. Everyone and their briefcases, pocketbooks, and art portfolios, like myself, are trying to fit through the very narrow aisle out into Penn Station. Up the stairs everyone goes into the subway vestibule. Same ole routine for everyone, step up, slide your Metrocard, finagle your bag through the gate, and step like a can of sardines into the subway car. The longest fifteen minutes of my life are on that subway. Hitting people with my portfolio in the legs, both on and off the subway isnt the best way to really start my day. Seeing 59th Ave, Columbus Circle, now its only beginning.
Tuesday through Friday are the most hetic days of my life. To take a car, then a train, and finally a subway to get to school is more than any other student does!
To start my morning, I have to drive my car about five miles to the Ronkonkoma train station, try to find a parking spot (which is not easy at 6:15 in the morning), and walk up and around the platforms to get to the train. Of course at 6am, all the fancy business men and women are standing and waiting for the train too, so finding a seat is very difficult. The train ride on the Long Island Railroad is nothing more than flattening my butt for an hour and a half. I usually go on with my iPod in one hand, and my phone in another; and if your lucky, I would do some homework too.
It is like a madhouse trying to get off the train. Everyone and their briefcases, pocketbooks, and art portfolios, like myself, are trying to fit through the very narrow aisle out into Penn Station. Up the stairs everyone goes into the subway vestibule. Same ole routine for everyone, step up, slide your Metrocard, finagle your bag through the gate, and step like a can of sardines into the subway car. The longest fifteen minutes of my life are on that subway. Hitting people with my portfolio in the legs, both on and off the subway isnt the best way to really start my day. Seeing 59th Ave, Columbus Circle, now its only beginning.
3 comments:
your page is fun!
I feel ya i have to wake up the same time to get the train on weds and thursdays . it sucks so much
Ialmost have the same commute, depending on the day i usually get up areound 7 or 8, then i need to find a ride to the train station and take a 70 minute train ride to Penn station from Central nj. I know what you mean by the mad house getting of the train, usually i get up 2 minutes early to stand by the door so im the first one out. Then i hope on the a train all the way to 59th and then im at school lol. next year im prob going to dorm it will probably be so much easier lol
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