STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT!!!
Commuting to school is such a pain in the (insert word). Having to wake up early then I’m used to and being able to get ready on time has never been harder. Walking to the subway station is easy as pie until I go down to the filthy, underground tunnel to board my train. All these people running through the turnstiles trying to get onto the next express train to go to where they need to. I pray that I don’t get hit by all the commotion that goes on during the early morning. I’m too tired to deal with all that craziness. I stand around all the people mobbing around the track just to get a seat. It’s unimaginable how crazy people will get just to get a single seat. Finally the train comes and the area around me is getting tighter and tighter. I just want to scream “GET OFF ME” just to have an extra inch of my own personal place. The rush begins when the train doors open and people literally push each other out of the way to get in first. It’s like sheep are being herded into their pens while trampling over each other. At last I get on the train only to see people crowding over each other barely giving the person next to them any space. I know in my head “this is going to be one bad ride” which sets up the next part of the ride. The next stop.