God Give Me Patience

I wake up every morning at the same time. My body and mind have become accustomed to it. The time you ask, it is 7:00am. I wake up at 7:00am because that is the time I have to get up in order to catch the bus to school.

I hate riding the bus. It's slow and it's usually nauseating. I think that most of the contagious diseases I've had in the last three years were acquired from riding the number 80 Sackville bus. There is no other option for me but to take the bus to school. My parents will not give me a car because I can not afford one. However, they are probably right.

I have to leave my apartment an hour early everyday just to make it to class on time. By car, this drive to school would only take me fifteen minutes. As soon as I step onto the bus I rapidly develop a headache. I can’t stand the motion of the bus. Up and down, up and down. It feels like I will throw up at any given moment. The motion sickness never fails. The condensed smell of cigarette smoke, perfume, food and God knows what else makes me choke.

As the bus begins to get packed I begin sweating under layers and layers of clothes. I have to dress this way because it is very cold waiting outside for a bus. They are never on time. I am now at the halfway mark and only 30 more minutes until I get to school.

The bus is not a happy place for me because I do not like to be so close to people I do not know. The thought of someone smelly and gross sitting next to me, makes me ill. As someone takes a seat next to me, I find myself jammed against the window. I can’t even move an itch because there is barley enough room for me to breathe. I am now starting to get very uneasy and I try not to scream at the person next to me because all I want them to do is move out of my way.

To make my bus ride to school even better, there are always crying babies on the bus. I say to myself, “That is why I am NEVER having children.” The crying is just enough for me to want to get off at the next stop and walk to school. It drives me insane.

Just as the bus comes to the Bedford Highway, I thank God for allowing me to get through this morning without saying or doing something I will regret later. I pull the cord to get off in front of the Mount and I wish the bus driver a wonderful day. Just as I start to think that the worst is over, I remember that in about three hours, I will have to go through the same thing all over again. God give me patience.