American University - Talon / Aucola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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• !• W li ' t It ' s 8:00 a.m. and it ' s drizzling out. As usual, the N-2 Is late again. I ' ve got half an hour to make it to work. Christ, it ' s not that 1 mind work, but getting there is always an adventure. I wish the bus would get here. Now where did I hide my . . . First you get poked in the arm and kicked in the leg, and then the bus stops suddenly and four of you are on the floor , . . change? I feel the wrinkles inside my pocket. Oh, shit! I left it on my desk in my room. All I have is a dollar bill; well maybe someone else will have change. Here come some people. Great, two people and not one of them had any change. Maybe this character? Well, I guess ninety cents for a dollar is fair when you ' re desperate. Great, it ' s 8:10 and the bus is nowhere in sight, I ' m going to be late. You know, there is nothing greater than trying to find space on an already overcrowded bus and standing for a half hour. First you get poked in the arm and kicked in the leg, then the bus stops suddenly and four of you are on the floor. What a delightful way to travel downtown! Better yet, since it ' s raining out, the bus is going to smell like a wet wool factory. Well, it ' s 8:20 and I see the bus rolling up Massachusetts. It figures, the bus is filled to capacity. At least I know there ' s a seat on a bus somewhere; too bad it ' s not going where I ' m going.

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The bookstore. Located beneath Anderson Hall, these catacombs of literary storage have a price tag attached to every book. It ' s not cheap, but it is convenient. At the beginning of the semester in fall »00 and spring the back room is mobbed with bookhunters looking for that Crucial text from which 6 chapters have already been assigned. More than likely it ' s there somewhere, but on which flat?