First week of class

My first week of classes has been a busy one. I almost felt right at home being back at school and coming home only to sleep, throw 3 meals into tupperware and head out the door to do it all over again.

I had the most interesting day on Wednesday. I have been taking the bus from where I work to the junior college that I am taking classes at so I don't have to deal with parking at both places...its just a nightmare, parking that is. But yesterday I decided to park my car at the junior college and ride the bus from there to work after class and then back to the college once I was done with work. This gave me a bit more time in the morning to get some reading done before class. So I went on with my day and at about 7PM I decided it was time to head for home. Early in the day the bus runs every half an hour....but later in the evening it apparently switches to once an hour. I realized this after making my 10 min treck from my office to the bus stop. I figured no problem though, I have plenty of reading to do, its not too dark and not cold yet. So I sat reading my anatomy book until the bus pulled up at 7:50. Once the bus arrived I gather up my books and headed for the bus, but it literally pulled up to the stop paused and pulled away......so.....I had to wait another hour. I was a little frustrated but figured I might as well make good use of my time and get some more reading done. I was sitting on one of the many benches at the bus station and this girl comes walking up talking on her cell phone and plops down right next to me. I was thinking in my mind....hello, don't you see that I am reading here and that there are a lot of other benches that you could go sit on and have your conversation....privately. But since she was sitting next to me of course I over heard her conversation and completely stopped reading. She was talking to a friend that was out of town and was saying how much she missed this person and telling them all about her first week of classes. She got off the phone and burst into tears. I felt like a real jerk and God prompted me to talk to her, assuring me that this is why I missed my bus. He reminded me that I have been praying for Him to use me and here was my opportunity. I didn't feel that He was asking me to share the gospel with her or anything but rather to just talk with her. So I did, after much hesitation. She was grateful and we chatted for the next hour. I gave her some tissues I had in my bag and she skipped her bus to take the next one so we could continue chatting. She told me about her week and how she doesn't know how to cook and how homesick she is. She is new to the area and doesn't know anyone...I felt really bad for her. We exchanged phone numbers and soon our buses arrived. As I got on my bus, I had a feeling that I should double check the bus number that I had just climbed on, but quickly chastised myself for being paranoid. Well I should have listened to that little voice telling me to check the bus number.....I got on the wrong bus. I swear it was the right one and have come to the conclusion that the bus number changed once I got on. I didn't waste anytime getting on that bus because there was no way I was getting left again.....and since then I have noticed that the busses some times change there numbers, but they usually do it before they pull up to the curb. So needless to say I ended up in a very creepy part of town at 9:00 at night. I had to wait yet another hour for the final bus that went where I was trying to go all along....to my car. My cell phone had died during the unfolding of all of this so I had only had a chance to call Dustin and leave a message letting him know that I had missed my bus then ended up at the bus station and would be home pretty late. He was supposed to be out visiting a friend that was in from out of town so I wasn't too surprised when he didn't answer his phone. I knew I would end up home eventually and actually the whole ordeal was frustrating in the beginning but then became rather comical as things kept going awry. Dustin got my message and was worried about me because of where I was so late at night so he called a friend of ours that lives in town and sent him to the bus station looking for me and Dustin drove to the junior college looking for me. He was at the bus stop when I got there and looked very concerned when I got off the bus.....I felt loved.