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Volume 1, Issue 10 11/8/12 -11/14/12
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PRT: pokey, rickety, transportation tbs STAFF wrote this
So, you’ve got class at 9:30 this morning. To avoid being late you just need to make it to the bus stop by 9a.m. sharp, no time to fool around with unimportant things like breakfast. Oh, wait! Class is in Towers and the bus only goes to Evansdale on the half hours, that means you’ll have to be at the stop by 8:30a.m. It’s fifteen ‘til, you’re swimming in time. You’ve already showered and have your paper printed off. It’s twenty after, you better start walking to the bus. Never mind, it’s snowing! You consider ditching class entirely, but quickly realize that you have to turn in the paper you’re clenching in your hand. You head back inside to don your boots. You step back outside into the cold. It’s too freaking early. Your backpack weighs more than your roommate’s fatass dog; might as well be carrying the 55-pound Beagle on your back. It’s 8:31 a.m., and you’re back at the bus stop. Thank God you’re here, now where’s that stupid bus? You notice the short blue bus with “Copper Beech” down the side of it pulling out of the parking lot. Are you kidding? You were one minute late! You’re going to have to freakin’ drive downtown, pay for all-day parking and ride the PRT back to Towers to get to class. You hope you have enough gas to get there because you’ve been running on empty since yesterday. You hope you have change somewhere in your car seats, because you don’t have time to find any. Finding parking in the Lair at 9 a.m. is like finding a diamond in your taco, it just doesn’t happen. High Street is always full and the parking is limited to only a few hours. If you park, you better go back during the day to continue putting change in. There’s a decent parking lot across from Bent Willey’s that sometimes has spaces, but the last spot gets taken by the frat boy in the Camaro blasting Nickelback who comes flying through the lot and pulls into the spot you were destined to have. Asshole. Your last resort is the parking lot down from the Business and Economics Building. It’s a dollar an hour, which is cheaper than the Lair, and you can be there all day. After all the commotion finding a spot, you’re parked and walking up the hill to the PRT. “Morgantown’s Personal Rapid Transport is used by thousands of people each year, providing excellent service for current…” Bullshit! This spiel from WVU’s website is going through your head as you’re cursing while the PRT intercom system is repeating “The PRT is currently out of service, estimated wait time is…” “Rapid transport” your ass; if it goes an entire day without breaking down, the world would burn. Oh no wait, that’s the PRT on fire, again. Back to square one, the bus. This time it isn’t even the Townhomes bus, it’s the city system. At the bus stop you realize you don’t have your student ID. You start asking the people around you if you can borrow theirs once the bus comes. After a few embarrassing shutdowns, an angel from another country says yes in a thick accent.
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You ask her how long she had been waiting and her reply reeks of sadness: 40 minutes. She thinks it’s stuck in traffic because of a wreck due to the snow. It’s now 9:25. Class starts in 5 minutes when the bus finally arrives. It’s 9:50, you only missed 20 minutes and class doesn’t end for almost another hour. At least you’re putting in the effort to go, you bet half the people in class didn’t even try to make it here because of a little snow. You can still sign in for attendance and maybe the professor will give extra credit today for showing up.
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Finally here, freezing from the snow, sore from walking and carrying around a fat dog, and frustrated from all of the ridiculousness that had just happened, you stand in front of the door to your classroom staring in utter disbelief “Prof. Sperow Econ. 201 Class Cancelled.” Not enough credit is given to students. It’s a cruel transportation world and we’re just living in it. Just remember students; always have gas in your car, spare change at hand, your ID, and a flask to refrain from killing someone once you see that “class is cancelled” sign on the door.
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