Personal Narrative Essay: My Writing On The Subway

This essay is written on the subway. There is no plan. There is no purpose. My writing is raw. I am here for the ride. Kipling station— suburban Etobicoke. The beginning of the line. A blur of business suits and Starbucks cups, all rushing to catch the trains. Sounds of cellphones, newspapers and tapping feet in impatient rhythm, flood the station. The train can be heard in the distance, everything quiets down, the calm before the storm. With a gust of wind and three loud beeps the doors open and everyone piles in. I choose the last car, the one with the best view. Islington station— City centre west. Long delays keep us situated here for a while. Though I am not complaining, as the smell of pastries from the subway’s bakery is slowly seeping through the subway walls. …show more content…
Navy blue and grey uniforms exit the cars like a buffalo stampede. They all look the same. What is school doing to children’s originality and uniqueness? Why is it that they want us to be identical, isn’t it our differences that make us great? Old Mill station—scenic views. As we pop above ground the windows are flooded with the glistening sun. The mood is so serene, but is quickly interrupted by cell phones connecting to service and messages coming through. Makes me wonder how technology is disrupting the natural, beautiful things in life. Jane station— Mini Ukraine. Known for the many Ukrainians that have inhabited this area, this station feels like a second home to me. I enjoy eavesdropping on arguing couples and gossiping teenagers. They are so preoccupied with the little things going on in their lives, that they do not notice the amazing musician sitting just feet away. Runnymede station— Bloor-West Village. The longer I sit here, the more I wonder why more people do not take time from their busy lives to sit and observe. There is a certain tranquility to it, that I have yet to find anywhere