I AM SCHOOLD!
So, I had my first evening of course today. It was fun. Fairly laid back, in a conferance room with the tables in a semi circle. Most everyone is much older than I am. Grand-parent age. Some are 30-ish, one guy seems younger than I am.
I learned something depressing: Most novels original titles don't survive the publishing process. This sucks because one of the first thoughts with Project C was "And it will be called (Project C)! Because I say so!" Well, there's still hope.
I have homework! YAY!
Today I have a homeless man and his dog some cheese and crackers and peperoni, because they needed it more than I did.
So, want to hear about my adventure going home? Sure you do!
Ok, so to get home, I have to take a HandyDart (Disability personal chauffeur shortbus) to the skytrain, then take the skytrain to Lougheed station, then take another HandyDart home.
So, I get to Lougheed station at about 10:00 pm. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.
Eventually I get up and walk down the bus station to check some bright lights to see if they're my ride.
I notice a cop car is trailing me.
He rolls down his window and asks:
"Are you Dawn?"
"No."
"We're looking for someone who matches you're discription. What's your name?"
I give him my name.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm just waiting for my ride, it's a HandyDart."
"Oh, ok. Can I see some ID?"
So I give him my bus pass which has no photo ID but had my name, which is certainly not Dawn.
"Ok, thanks." And he drives off.
I wait more. And more. Finally I call the HandyDart office asking where my ride is.
"Yeah, we called you a cab."
"Oh....well...it would have been nice to know that. I was looking for a HandyDart, not a cab. There's a cab here."
"Is a van? A wheelchair cab?"
"No. But its's ok because I'm not in a wheelchair anymore, so it's ok."
"And the lady was so rude, too! We told her you were in a wheel chair and she was like 'now you tell me'. What's the cab company?"
I tell her.
"Oh, no that's not them, we got (Other cab company). But maybe I can transfer it to that cab."
Cabbi: "You want ride?"
Q To cabbi: Just a sec.
NOW! The cops come back now that I'm checking out a cab, since I said I was waiting for a handyDart. This time there are two of them.
Cop 1: She says her name is (Name)
Cop 2: Is this your ride?
Q: *Tries to explain. Is still on the phone with HandyDart.*
Cop 1: Do you have photo ID?
Q: Yes.
Q: *To HandyDart* I have to go. I'll call back. *hangs up. Rifles through backpack for ID. Pulls out Passport.*
Cop 1: Where do you live?
Q: *Tells*
Cop 1: We just got someone matching your description, short brown blonde hair. About 5 feet.
Q:...yyyeah I'm a redhead. I'm pretty sure anyone looking for me would mention that. Also. *Knocks on leg* I've an artificial leg. I'm pretty sure anyone looking for me would mention that too.
Cop 1: Oh. Sorry. Thank you for your time. *Gives ID back*
Q: S'ok.
Cop 2: Have you seen anyone matching that description?
Q:Not really. I mean people were here but it's a bus station. Sorry.
Cops apologize again and leave. I call HandyDart again. They tell me to use the cab, it's all good. Cab takes me home.
DUDE!!! HandyDart is getting a strongly worded phone call tomorrow!
I learned something depressing: Most novels original titles don't survive the publishing process. This sucks because one of the first thoughts with Project C was "And it will be called (Project C)! Because I say so!" Well, there's still hope.
I have homework! YAY!
Today I have a homeless man and his dog some cheese and crackers and peperoni, because they needed it more than I did.
So, want to hear about my adventure going home? Sure you do!
Ok, so to get home, I have to take a HandyDart (Disability personal chauffeur shortbus) to the skytrain, then take the skytrain to Lougheed station, then take another HandyDart home.
So, I get to Lougheed station at about 10:00 pm. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.
Eventually I get up and walk down the bus station to check some bright lights to see if they're my ride.
I notice a cop car is trailing me.
He rolls down his window and asks:
"Are you Dawn?"
"No."
"We're looking for someone who matches you're discription. What's your name?"
I give him my name.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm just waiting for my ride, it's a HandyDart."
"Oh, ok. Can I see some ID?"
So I give him my bus pass which has no photo ID but had my name, which is certainly not Dawn.
"Ok, thanks." And he drives off.
I wait more. And more. Finally I call the HandyDart office asking where my ride is.
"Yeah, we called you a cab."
"Oh....well...it would have been nice to know that. I was looking for a HandyDart, not a cab. There's a cab here."
"Is a van? A wheelchair cab?"
"No. But its's ok because I'm not in a wheelchair anymore, so it's ok."
"And the lady was so rude, too! We told her you were in a wheel chair and she was like 'now you tell me'. What's the cab company?"
I tell her.
"Oh, no that's not them, we got (Other cab company). But maybe I can transfer it to that cab."
Cabbi: "You want ride?"
Q To cabbi: Just a sec.
NOW! The cops come back now that I'm checking out a cab, since I said I was waiting for a handyDart. This time there are two of them.
Cop 1: She says her name is (Name)
Cop 2: Is this your ride?
Q: *Tries to explain. Is still on the phone with HandyDart.*
Cop 1: Do you have photo ID?
Q: Yes.
Q: *To HandyDart* I have to go. I'll call back. *hangs up. Rifles through backpack for ID. Pulls out Passport.*
Cop 1: Where do you live?
Q: *Tells*
Cop 1: We just got someone matching your description, short brown blonde hair. About 5 feet.
Q:...yyyeah I'm a redhead. I'm pretty sure anyone looking for me would mention that. Also. *Knocks on leg* I've an artificial leg. I'm pretty sure anyone looking for me would mention that too.
Cop 1: Oh. Sorry. Thank you for your time. *Gives ID back*
Q: S'ok.
Cop 2: Have you seen anyone matching that description?
Q:Not really. I mean people were here but it's a bus station. Sorry.
Cops apologize again and leave. I call HandyDart again. They tell me to use the cab, it's all good. Cab takes me home.
DUDE!!! HandyDart is getting a strongly worded phone call tomorrow!