Public Transportation.

I was at the bus stop today and I asked the bus driver which bus I should take to get back to campus. He tells me I'm at the wrong bus stop and to take bus 21.

I realize that I had just missed 21 so I go to sit and wait for it to come around again. A group of homeless guys wave at me from across the street. One crosses the street to talk to me. He tells me I'm the most beautiful thing he's seen in Austin and wonders if I model. We chat about school and football then he returns to his group of friends. He comes back and tells me that he forgot to show me his shirt, which says something along the lines of "Make your parents proud. Take drugs." I laugh politely. He returns to his friends. Meanwhile I've been whistled at, stared at, honked at. Another guy from the group of homeless men comes over and sits and asks me what my major is. We chat, I call Ashley. Forty five minutes pass and bus 21 finally comes.

I get on. I'm sitting on the bus for a while and look around. I am nowhere near campus. In fact, this place doesn't look familiar at all. Soon all of the signs, restaurants, and stores are in Spanish. I'm beginning to think I've gotten on the wrong bus. I figure maybe the bus will eventually loop around. Or at least I have to hope, because I just spent the dollar I borrowed from Ania for the bus and I have nothing else except for my phone, which is quickly running out of battery. Eventually I'm the only one on the bus and the electronic voice comes on the intercom saying "End of route." The bus stops, I get out and sit for a bit. Another bus comes up and asks me if I'm getting on. I ask him if he's going to campus. He says yes, and tells me to get in. I do. Two hours from when I had originally tried to leave, I arrive on campus.

And now I'm sitting in Yasmin's room ordering Thai food to be delivered.

Aye yi yi.