Walking to the bus stop these last two mornings have been quite the ordeal. What used to take me less than five minutes now takes a whopping 10 minutes. And getting on the bus has been no joy either. Yesterday morning, I lucked out. There were plenty of empty seats and even less people. This morning, I wasn’t so lucky. The bus wasn’t packed so I had plenty of standing room. But I was a little peeved because none of the young adults offered me a seat. I shouldn’t feel so bad because they don’t even give up their seat for a poor ajuma. Courtesy is blind to everyone.
Wearing this cast hasn’t affected my teaching. I’m still mean and the kids still hate me. But everyone from the teachers to the students are laughing at me. Everyone thinks it is hilarious that I broke my toe. Jake told me to be careful because you know, I’m not that young. Thanks Jake. This leads me to think that I am not going to have a very fun birthday next week. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get smashed while on crutches. Not that that was my plan anyway. I just wanted to go shopping and splurge but that will have to wait.
Since it’s such a chore to get home now, I have to stay around the school for four hours until my next class. Everyday I have a four hour break between classes. At least I will be well prepared for all my classes.
Hi, Crystal-
I feel your pain – figuratively. (Or would that be metaphorically?) Granted, I've never worn a cast or used crutches. But I can imagine how difficult it'd be just doing day-to-day chores — especially getting to and from work on public transportation. I live in San Francisco. And it'd be quite an adventure getting to a BART/Muni station while on crutches, unable to bear weight on one leg.
All I can say is "Hang in there." And Happy Thanksgiving!
-Kevin, still hacking; still in Silicon Valley