My new favorite thing of the moment, strange as it may sound, is my commute to work. Since I live on campus, and am not a native Torontonian, I have not seen a lot of this city, even though I’ve spent more than three years of school here. But recently I began a new job, which gets me off campus and into the ‘real’ world, which I’m loving so far.
My commute to work begins through the middle of Ryerson University Campus. Most mornings the air is brisk and the sun shines brightly at 8:30am as I walk from my front doors. The campus is sparsely punctuated with few early bird students, and other working folk on their way to the subway. Dressed in my business casual clothing, I feel like a fake, attempting to look grown-up, when really, I wonder if I look like I borrowed my mother's clothing. (Side note: I did not in fact borrow my mother's clothing, no offense ma!)
I get to the subway and rush down the stairs as the wind created by the trains below whips my scarf and hair around. So much for my carefully coiffed hair. My heels clatter quickly across the tile and I drop my money in the coin slot as though I've done it a million times. In reality, I've probably only been on the subway a total of 20 times since my first year away at University. I feel like the use of change is a dead newbie give away; if I were a real commuter, I'd have a metropass. But it's on my list to buy tomorrow.
As I stand on the platform and wait for the train, I'm often amazed at how quiet it is. Then I hear a rumbling in the distance, lean forward to look for the oncoming light, and stand back of the yellow line. I'm beginning to not notice the "ding, dang, dong" of the doors as they open.
I take the subway to Union Station and make a bee-line through the crowds rushing from the GO trains to the subway. I feel like I'm going the wrong way. But then I get past the opposing rush and emerge from under the overpass. The sun shines brightly and I smile thinking about how maybe, just maybe I've fooled some working people into thinking I'm part of their world.
With graduation looming closer and my mounting number of subway trips, I feel a sense of comfort. Someday soon, I won't have to fake being a member of the working world. But until then, I'm enjoying the test run.
My commute to work begins through the middle of Ryerson University Campus. Most mornings the air is brisk and the sun shines brightly at 8:30am as I walk from my front doors. The campus is sparsely punctuated with few early bird students, and other working folk on their way to the subway. Dressed in my business casual clothing, I feel like a fake, attempting to look grown-up, when really, I wonder if I look like I borrowed my mother's clothing. (Side note: I did not in fact borrow my mother's clothing, no offense ma!)
I get to the subway and rush down the stairs as the wind created by the trains below whips my scarf and hair around. So much for my carefully coiffed hair. My heels clatter quickly across the tile and I drop my money in the coin slot as though I've done it a million times. In reality, I've probably only been on the subway a total of 20 times since my first year away at University. I feel like the use of change is a dead newbie give away; if I were a real commuter, I'd have a metropass. But it's on my list to buy tomorrow.
As I stand on the platform and wait for the train, I'm often amazed at how quiet it is. Then I hear a rumbling in the distance, lean forward to look for the oncoming light, and stand back of the yellow line. I'm beginning to not notice the "ding, dang, dong" of the doors as they open.
I take the subway to Union Station and make a bee-line through the crowds rushing from the GO trains to the subway. I feel like I'm going the wrong way. But then I get past the opposing rush and emerge from under the overpass. The sun shines brightly and I smile thinking about how maybe, just maybe I've fooled some working people into thinking I'm part of their world.
With graduation looming closer and my mounting number of subway trips, I feel a sense of comfort. Someday soon, I won't have to fake being a member of the working world. But until then, I'm enjoying the test run.
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