This week, I am going to start out with a joke. Knock knock. Who’s there? Bekah. Bekah who? Bekah the stupid freshmen who decided to go for a wog (walk/jog) and got lost for an hour and a half and missed class.
So that was my morning yesterday! I decided to wake up and get some exercise. I don’t like going to the gym because I feel awkward and out of place, but I don’t mind exercising outside occasionally. I usually wog (walk/jog, a term I coined myself) for about half an hour and then call it a day. My roommate Ashni went on a run earlier in the week and told me a route she took that sounded good to me. I would wog for half an hour and then make it back in plenty of time to shower and go to my eleven o’clock class. I started off at 9:45 going the way she said (or so I thought), turning right at the stoplight she had described to me. After a while, I ended up on Michigan Street. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was, but I continued up the road for a while then decided to turn right onto a side street. I have only been in Indianapolis for one month now, and I already struggle with the most direct route to get somewhere, so you already know this is going to be a trip. I turned onto 54th street just because it was there and looked like a good street to turn on. I continued down and ended up in a neighborhood, Kessler Court or something like that. I ran around there for a little while, trying to find a way out. Then I came upon Kessler Street, which actually sounded familiar to me! I got excited and turned left. I had given up on jogging by now and just went for the walking portion of my wog. I went for a little while down Kessler then saw a sign for Michigan Street, which was exactly where I came from. I turned back around and started walking in the opposite direction. Finally I came upon two construction workers digging holes in someone’s yard. I asked for directions and they told me to continue as I was going until I ran into Illinois Street.
I had originally planned on making it back by 10:20 to shower and get ready for class, but at this point I had eliminated the plan to shower because it was 10:20. I continued down Kessler Street for a really long time, asking myself why I didn’t bring my phone. I know why, it is because I didn’t want to have to carry that, plus my iPod and keys, and I am dumb and thought it was a good idea to leave it behind. Anyway, I continued down Kessler until I finally saw Illinois. I turned on Illinois and started going for about half a mile. I saw a precious old lady in her yard gardening and I asked her for directions. She said to just keep going and I would run into shops and things where I could ask for more directions. She wasn’t much help, but she and I chatted about her son for a little bit, so I think she enjoyed my visit. I kept going on Illinois until I came across a bridge leading to the canal. By now I knew exactly where I was because my unit had walked this way a few weeks ago to get to the Flying Cupcake, which was just up the street. I knew from where I was that I still had 1.7 miles to go. Ahhgg. It was 11:00 by now so I obviously was missing class. I walked along the canal and made it back to my dorm safely. Along the way I did contemplate asking someone for a ride, but the idea freaked me out quite a bit. Although I missed class and was trekking all about the surrounding area, I did indeed learn one very important lesson from this experience: No one should ever exercise. Ever. Happy Friday and thanks for reading
Joke of the Week: What did the buffalo say to his son when he left for college? Bison.
Also, here is me and Ahsni’s pick up line, quote, and joke board today!