Well, to make a long story short, there was a special event going on that night, numerous buses had been chartered to take undergraduate students participating in rush week. I ended up on one of these buses. But I realized this about 15 minutes after we left the bus stop. After I realized something wasn't quite normal about this particular bus ride, I pulled up the gps feature on my phone and my suspicions were confirmed. We were headed west and I needed to go east.
After I asked the driver where we were headed, the other passengers caught on to the fact that I didn't belong- that I wasn't where I wanted to be.
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And the moral of the story is: walk home, even if it's raining. Actually, what is the moral? I think it's missing!
Something goofy happened while posting and half the story got cut off...the second half will post on February 1, 2010. Sorry for the inconvenience and unintentional cliff-hanger!
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