It wasn’t 8 AM yet as I turned the corner to enter southbound Interstate 69. I immediately had to slam on my breaks because, lo and behold, traffic was backed up all the way up the ramp. All of the radio stations were jabbering on their morning shows or playing Bruno Mars, and I refuse to listen to either of those. Luckily, I reminded myself, my class doesn’t start for another hour.
It all seems very dramatic, but it was just a matter of merging and then cutting a few people off so I could be in the left lane and out of the way. I got to campus with 40 minutes to spare before class. It’s not so bad, really. I thought rush hour traffic before 9 AM would be like the Oregon Trail or something more treacherous.
Not true! I leave a lot earlier than I would if I lived on campus (as evidenced by my “wake up a half hour before class, put on pants and shoes and go” methods of the past), but it’s really not so bad. I say this now, but tomorrow I bet there will be bumper to bumper traffic and I’ll never make it.
Tomorrow is Friday, though, and that is something I am getting used to being excited about again. All summer I’ve been working crazy hours, sometimes having days off, sometimes not, and I always worked through the weekend. It’s different now that school has started. Friday means something again!
And I can talk about Friday without bringing up that horrible Rebecca Black song anymore. I think. I hope.