The Bus Is My Other Car.

Tue Apr 13, 7.38am

I jumped off the bus, looked at my watch, scrambled up the stairs, dashed across the bridge, sprinted past the canteen, whizzed past the teacher who books late students, stepped into the parade square, threw my bag onto the floor, and the commander shouted 'marktab sedia'.

It was 7.39am. I wasn't late for school. I did better for this speed running than the one I did in NJ during PE. Speed comes naturally.

posted by 23degreecelsius @ 5:32 PM