So, a bunch of French people decided they were going to get together and want the retirement age lowered from sixty-two to sixty. I know, must be rough retiring at sixty-two. In order for this message to be heard, certain people have decided to go on strike every once in awhile. By certain people, I mean certain TRANSPORTATION people.
There are certain days that they’ve chosen to run on the vacation schedule instead of the regular schedule. I’m fine with this—go ahead, make your statement. I’ve had to use the buses one other day when the strike was going on and I didn’t have many problems. HOWEVER, that’s because they actually followed the schedule. Today, after classes I run over to my bus stop and wait for thirty minutes before someone tells me, “I don’t think the 56 is going to come today.” Hm, what gave you that idea? I start walking, following the bus route—granted, I’ve never walked home from IES before, but it’s pretty far. Following the bus route, I manage to make it to a different bus stop that will stop at my usual stop, so I hop on! Woohoo! NOT. I guess on top of the strike, all the bus drivers just decided they wanted to go in the opposite direction today. This is great for someone who just came from that direction.
So, I walked my butt all the way home from there. In the meantime, I passed several red flags and shouting people who were carrying those red flags. It was a bit chilling, a little exciting, and slightly terrifying. It took me two hours to get home and by this time, I was half an hour late for teaching and I would have to walk another mile to get to Deux Rives. As you can imagine, I was quite frustrated by this point, so I took the day off and chalked it up to too much homework instead of laziness. But seriously, give me a break. I walked for two hours. I sure hope those retirees get what they want…I think I’m the last angry person they need to worry about…
So there you have it—I’ve got one good day followed by one bad day. Talk about balance…
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