Commuting is Not for the Weak
I was a long-distance commuter student for one week. A self imposed experiment to see if I could tolerate ETS for two hours a day round trip? As if. I already know I can put up with ETS despite all its short fallings. I was house-sitting for a girlfriend on the other side of the city who had graciously allowed me to use her car as well.
My morning commute was absolutely infuriating. I shared the Whitemud with other single occupant drivers like myself. That is not my grievance. Going north from the Whitemud on any useful street to get to Kingâ€™s was my commuting headache. Since I pride myself on being on-time if not early, I left a considerable cushion for getting to my morning engagements.
One Tuesday morning on 75th Street, the train guards were stuck in down. I could have read a novel, put on my non-existent make-up, prepared oats on a campstove between my legs, but no, I was in my first ever traffic jam in Edmonton watching the clock.
If it had been class I was so clearly going to be late for, I would not have gone. I canâ€™t bear the responsibility of interrupting a PhD holder just so I can noisily clamber into an inconveniently open chair on the other side of the room. I simply will not do it.
Fortunately for my GPA, I was late for morning Aquasize. I considered not going to that and just swimming lengths so I wouldnâ€™t interrupt the class with my late entry. Then I reasoned that the significantly older than me, near-sighted class wouldnâ€™t be able to see beyond their pool noodles and water dumbbells. Once I got to the pool, I pulled on my suit in record speed and dashed onto deck. My class was still warming up and I was 20 minutes late! Turns out my instructor was also caught in the traffic jam and had just arrived.
I enjoyed the flexibility of having a car and more importantly a house void of roommates for a week, but will not be moving across the city from Kingâ€™s. How commuters are sane boggles my mind. I will happily stick with my seventeen minute walk.
This post was authored by Sheri Connolly, a 4th year Environmental Studies student at the King’s University College.