
Ramseyer
I’ve been riding the bus a lot lately. I decided not to buy the ridiculous $300+ parking permit for OSU. To get to campus, I only have to ride one bus, straight down High. It comes about every ten minutes. Last year, I would sometimes drive, sometimes ride the bus, but since parking is so terrible on campus, I would have to park pretty far away and walk, so it really didn’t save time (versus riding the bus). And we all know that I don’t ride my bike anymore… Long story short, I’ve been riding the bus.
So today, as I was seated and reading an article on the bus (efficient, no?), this girl about my age started seizing. She had been standing and she just fell to the floor and was shaking. I yelled to the bus driver to call an ambulance, but then she snapped out of it and stood up. She had no idea what happened and then she said that she was pregnant. I told her that she was seizing and that I think she should go to the hospital, but she didn’t want the bus driver to call. She said her brother was waiting for her at Wendy’s (a few stops down) and I told her that she should really have her brother take her to the hospital, but she didn’t seem to agree. She said she didn’t usually have seizures either. I think if she would have seen herself seizing, she might have thought differently.
This really freaked me out and it made me sad too. I know I make fun of the bus because it’s kind of stinky and there are crazy people on there, but it really makes me sad. There are elderly people, physically handicapped people, mentally handicapped people, and mothers trying to carry groceries, who apparently have no other way to get around. Where are their families? I choose to ride the bus and all, but it’s really not that fun. Especially not when it’s cold or raining, or it doesn’t come on time, or you have to make a transfer (which can take FOREVER), or you need to go somewhere not close to a bus stop. I only have to walk a few minutes and then ride the bus for about ten minutes, but it can still be kind of stressful. It makes me want to start a service where I pick up the elderly or people that need groceries and drive them where they need to go. I can handle the bus a few days a week, but they shouldn’t have to. It’s just not right.
Speaking of families, I overheard a classmate from England tell someone that he hadn’t been home in two years. Wow. Even though I get stressed out having busy weekends, I can’t imagine how much more stressed I would be if I didn’t get to see my family for that long. I feel kinda lucky today. Lucky and sad.