Experience at bus stop
August 2 was the first day when I took the bus to school in America on my own. I biked to the bus stop located in downtown Easthampton, which is about 2 miles away from my host family.
When I got there, I saw a bus going by, but I didn’t know how to stop it so that I could get on it.
I was so nervous about missing the first class at the International Language Institue of Massachusetts.
Thinking for a while, I decided to call the school and tell them that I might come late because I missed the bus.
It was 8:15 a.m. I was also not confident enough to bike to school on the highway that was full of cars.
I asked some passers-by whether they knew when the next bus would come.
A person said that I was standing in the wrong place and that the bus stop was over there, next to the Big E supermarket.
On the way walking with my bike to the bus stop, I saw a couple and asked if they knew the bus schedule.
They said they did not know and suggested giving me a ride to school.
For being afraid of coming late to class, I nodded my head without any hestitation, and got into the woman’s car while my bike was put into her husband’s.
Thanks to the help of a nice couple, I came to ILI ten minutes before the class began.
Telling my experience to Janice, my host, and my class, every body said that I should not take any similar risk in the future because I am a woman and am in a foreign country.
Everything went smoothly on the second day. I have learned how to pay the fare, put the bike on the bike rack in front of the bus and knew what the pass meant.