At the end of 2016, Auckland Transport discontinued the 347 bus route which went from Britomart, through Onehunga and Mangere to Manukau and back again. This discontinuation turns my one-bus commute home into a three-bus or one-train-and-a-three-point-two-kilometre trek from the CBD to Papatoetoe. It was a very inconvenient and, in my case, expensive bus death.
The demise of the 347 route reminded me of the two thousand or so times that I sat on that bus. My first time on a public bus was my second day of high school. My older sister walked me to the bus stop at 7:10am where we waited for half an hour because the buses ran on their own time. Later that month, she moved to Australia to be with her boyfriend while he played professional
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They always had headphones in and grumpy looks on their faces, which I could understand because the bus was consistently full, consistently humid and consistently off time. I started copying their hairstyles. They would bobby-pin the middle section of their hair back or braid sides of the front and join each braid together at the back like some sort of high schooler turned handmaiden or fairy princess hybrid. I thought they were so cool, the opposite of me, and I bumped into them on Facebook.
I don’t know how else to describe our, not quite, first encounter. I was on my Facebook feed, long before I blocked every page and person that was unrelated to Harry Potter or Taylor Swift, and Dorothy of primary school had posted a status about how nice it had been to see Mia and Liana again. I don’t know why I decided to look into these people but I did. I looked at every picture that I could, without adding them, and conclusively concluded that these friends of Dorothy of primary school were the pretty twins from the bus. The next day I sat at the back of the bus with the twins. They told me later that we’d actually gone to Kedgley Intermediate together, they were the identical twins that my primary to intermediate frenemy challenged me to differentiate. I can tell them apart now, by the way.
Once I had Mia and Liana, my bus trips were much more entertaining. We made friends with Patrick, who once accidentally caught the morning school
Whether it was during lunch time or during class. We always had a lot to talk about. During our conversation at lunch one day, I learned so much more about her other than she likes sports. I asked Briana what her favorite foods were. She told me pizza and hot dogs. I couldn’t believe that we even liked the same type of foods. “That’s my favorite too”, I told Briana. Then I asked her what does she like on her hot dogs. She said; “only ketchup”. I told her, “I like ketchup, mustard and relish on my hotdog and my favorite pizza is pepperoni pizza”. Briana said, she couldn’t believe how much we were alike. I told her neither could I and that we were so much alike, we could pass for twins. We both just
The story “ The Cask of Amontillado” provides various amounts of moods as they walk through the catacomb. In Edgar Allan Poe’s story, the main character known as Montresor, goes through creepy situations and events with the intoxicated, Fortunato. As this story goes on talking about them walking through the catacomb, there’s at most four moods created throughout the story. Those consists of eerie, suspenseful, scary, and dramatic. These moods are to be spoken about when Montresor does something awful to his acquaintant, Fortunato.
Visibly muslim, an ethnography published by Emma Tarlo, portrays the visibility of British muslims through their fashion, politics and faith (Tarlo 2010). The text is constructed in a way that allows non-muslim readers to understand the culture of the muslim faith and take a look into the culture and the hardships they face in society, all through the eyes of a non-muslim British female (Tarlo 2010). Ethnicity is presented as an outlook a community has that sets them apart from the rest, either through dress, religion, language and/or solidarity, as presented in (Davis 2014) lecture material. In Visibly Muslim the visibility of ethnicity in an urban setting is discussed, and that visibility can be due to conflicts like media visibility
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After my friends/colleagues arrive, we all head outside to where the After School program kids are being fed by the YMCA volunteers. On the first day of arriving to Vista College Prep, all the kids asked me what my name was and I told them. As soon as I told them, they went crazy with excitement since one of the children had the same as me, Zion. As soon as this happened, they were tugging on my shirt and I felt this establishment of comfortability the kids would have with me. I had never met someone with the same name as me and it felt like looking in the mirror. This kid, Zion, actually looks similar to me. The YMCA volunteers, Shai and Francis, did not talk to me at first, as I saw them more frequently, I started talking to them. Now, we serve the children together along with some laughs. After the kids are done eating, we switch to activities, which are outside and are usually sports, specifically basketball and soccer. When it is time to transition into to the next part of the day, all of the children line up at the
Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything
My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend
When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with
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(Palisoc, 2014). With the continuous struggle of efforts to get Toronto’s transit system back up
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