Earlier this week, I was called in to sub at a junior high. This was the sight that greeted me at the train station:
Trains are usually quite packed in the morning; it’s standard to really be able to move your arms or legs, or even see below chest level. I’ve heard stories of people losing their briefcases or bags, stuck in between people. But this was a different issue altogether. Train delays meant that we were really going in, sardine style. And it was an hour long train.
Luckily, I was subbing at a school where a friend worked.After this wonderful human being learned of my plight via text, I was met with surprise breakfast at my desk. The rest of the day passed much better than the morning commute, including a short discussion in one class on the American civil right’s movement.