Public transport

It was August 10,1933, school would be starting soon. Stacey and I would have to leave Great Faith to go to Jefferson Davis Elementary, an all-white school. I felt anxious about starting a new school especially one where Stacey and I would be the first colored kids to go there. I still thought about T.J in that horrible chain gang and what they would do to him. “Cassie you’d better get dressed the bus gonna be here soon,” said Stacey. The tall, yellow bus pulled at the side of the curb and the…

You would never think of it but sometimes the most repetitive part of your day can be the most eye opening. I take the train everyday, Monday through Friday at 6:30 AM. I get on the R train near my house and take it for 50 minutes to Union Square to get to school. The R train isn’t exactly riding in luxury and leaves a lot to be desired. It has an “interesting” aroma, there are many homeless people sleeping on it and there are multiple delays each day just to give you an idea. When I was a…

The Man in the Hoodie The woman boarded the silver Amtrak train bound for New York City in the wee hours of the morning. It was prior to rush hour, so the train was nearly empty, and she was the only person occupying the last car. The woman got on in Boston, and her car remained empty until Connecticut, when the man in the gray hoodie boarded. She was half asleep with headphones tucked in her ears when he entered the car and took the seat opposite hers. She straightened up in her seat and…

In addition, local policy on public transportation develops strategies to improve the transportation services within the city to ensure that is safe and reliable. Transportation managers should put top priority on local policy because it directly affects local transportation management…

Lying on my bedroom floor, I cried. It wasn’t one of those angry cries or stress cries, it was a cry that highlighted the hurt and pain that consumed me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to deserve any of it, so I just cried. No one could hear me. Earlier that day in 2012, I woke up to my regular, everyday routine. From the kitchen, my mom yelled, “Wake up! It’s time to get ready for school!” Grumbling, I got out of my bed and started getting ready. It was a lovely spring morning, and I was…

The accident. I woke up, feeling amazing. I normally woke up feeling terrible, feeling like there was no point in life, except today was different. I was eager to go to the school I dreaded, I was eager to go on the school trip to Winsthrop Park for geography, the idea simply stunned me. My routine from waking up to arriving at school was normal. I woke up and looked outside at the beautiful sunrise which stretched over the valley of houses. After which I had an invigorating cold shower, in…

It was a bright and sunny Monday morning. It marked the beginning of the week at where children began school and parents when to work. It was an ordinary day for everyone else but for high school student Matt Burns this would be the worst morning of his life. Matt woke up that morning, tired and not ready to face the day. He tried to burry himself from the blinding sunlight that had made its way into his room. He stared up at the ceiling trying to find the strength to get up and leave his warm…

completely different from another. The main differences between lifestyle in Bogotá and in Germantown are transportation, nourishment and education. Transportation is a big deal. Transportation in Bogotá is a big mess. There are many different types of public transportation in Bogotá, ranging from taxis to buses. However, every single type of transportation is crowded and messy. For example, if you have to be at your job by 7 am, you’d have to wake up, at the latest, by 5. Then you’d have to be…

The bus ride to school was unusually quiet on that fateful day. Typically there was loud talking, irritated honking, and a general liveliness on the bus, but there was nothing but silence then. It was almost as if the world knew what was going to happen, and held its breath in anticipation. Unaware of my upcoming future, I sat patiently in the back like always, staring out the window with a blank face. I watched the redwoods and buildings blur by, all too familiar with the sight. After a half…

It is June 27, 2014, and I am sitting on a coach bus that is driving me to Geneva, New York. I have never heard of this place, I do not know what to expect for the next two weeks, and I barely know anyone on this bus. In addition, it is very cold. The people in the back are too loud and excited this early in the morning. On top of that, I barely ate breakfast. With that said, the scholars kids might have similar feelings as I had my first time being away from home for so long, therefore it will…