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My class is now over. I have officially rocked that class. It makes me happy.
What does not make me happy is spending 25 minutes trapped on a bus on a busy road because the busdriver rear ended some flashy little sports car. I don't blame the driver of the bus, and I don't blame the driver of the car, it was just one of those things as far as I can tell and neiher vehicle was noticably damaged. Still, because it was a bus, it had to be reported to the transit police, and that took for-bloody-ever, then we had to wait for the police to arrive, inspect, talk, talk, talk some more, then more talking, then there were the witness statements and blahblahblah.
To quote: "I loathe the bus."
But I'm home now, and all is well.
What does not make me happy is spending 25 minutes trapped on a bus on a busy road because the busdriver rear ended some flashy little sports car. I don't blame the driver of the bus, and I don't blame the driver of the car, it was just one of those things as far as I can tell and neiher vehicle was noticably damaged. Still, because it was a bus, it had to be reported to the transit police, and that took for-bloody-ever, then we had to wait for the police to arrive, inspect, talk, talk, talk some more, then more talking, then there were the witness statements and blahblahblah.
To quote: "I loathe the bus."
But I'm home now, and all is well.