First Day from Hell........
Part one:
After 4 years of commuting to school in San Francisco I have witnessed some pretty weird shit go down on the bart train. However, before yesterday none of it ever directly involved myself.
As I was riding to school yesterday morning around 8am, prime commuter time, I started feeling a little ill. I've been sick all week and figured I could zone out, read my book, and be in daly city before I knew it......so so wrong.....about half way to west oakland, breakfast decided to come back up.....i held my hands over my mouth as best I could and grabbed my stuff. The woma next to me looked panicked. As soon as the doors opened I chucked it off the train, vomit in my hands and continued to hurl into the nearest trash can.
Of course, this is bart, the man standing next to the trash can acted as if me covered in my own vomit and shaking was normal. A very nice girl, named Amber, actually came over to me and helped me clean up with tissues and water and get myself together to make it the rest of the way to school. If anyone knows Amber who lives in west oakland and goes to sfsu, I owe her alot, and many more thanks. I made it to school, vomit on my pants and my sweatshirt in ball in my backpack. I tripped getting of the bus and feel asleep in ISYS, on the first day, but got home, passed out and tried again another day....
I am at home again only to be sick with no doctor til tuesday.......fuck.....
After 4 years of commuting to school in San Francisco I have witnessed some pretty weird shit go down on the bart train. However, before yesterday none of it ever directly involved myself.
As I was riding to school yesterday morning around 8am, prime commuter time, I started feeling a little ill. I've been sick all week and figured I could zone out, read my book, and be in daly city before I knew it......so so wrong.....about half way to west oakland, breakfast decided to come back up.....i held my hands over my mouth as best I could and grabbed my stuff. The woma next to me looked panicked. As soon as the doors opened I chucked it off the train, vomit in my hands and continued to hurl into the nearest trash can.
Of course, this is bart, the man standing next to the trash can acted as if me covered in my own vomit and shaking was normal. A very nice girl, named Amber, actually came over to me and helped me clean up with tissues and water and get myself together to make it the rest of the way to school. If anyone knows Amber who lives in west oakland and goes to sfsu, I owe her alot, and many more thanks. I made it to school, vomit on my pants and my sweatshirt in ball in my backpack. I tripped getting of the bus and feel asleep in ISYS, on the first day, but got home, passed out and tried again another day....
I am at home again only to be sick with no doctor til tuesday.......fuck.....