This one time I got on a bus, or: my life is terrifically exciting.

Hi, I'm George, Class of 2010. This last semester I was in Scotland, like Mike, who touched on that earlier. Going abroad was good times (mostly) and we had a bunch of fun.

Mike loves that shirt.  He wears it all the time.  I don't love my stubble, but I have it pretty much all the time.

This is what we did every Wednesday.

Despite Scotland being awesome, it is really hard to get hired, or even interviewed, when the Atlantic Ocean is between you and most potential employers. I didn't get an offer until about a week and a half ago, in fact. Other bloggers have covered the joys of unemployment in more depth, so let it suffice to say that I was in my home state of Tennessee for a good long while. Then I got hired and went to Boston. On a bus. Maybe I'm just suburban, but I've never done this, and haven't heard of people from Olin doing it nor did I lose the Olin challenge* while doing it, so I decided it was blogworthy.

It was not that exciting, which was exciting in itself. Over 26 hours of travel (it's best to think of it as a really weird camping trip what with the heavy backpacks, no showering)...nothing really happened. No passengers showed me a shank they made out of a bone and some railway spikes. No one tried to pickpocket me. I had time to read my entire summer reading and take a large chunk out of another book (did you know 25% of people can't digest the pigment that colors beets? now you know). Since I still had time after that (and three transfers) I got to learn about what my busmates thought about DC architecture, the family unit, concussions, beef(s?) that 50 Cent currently has, and party planning for bar/bat mitzvahs, among other things. Most of these passengers, from people in Vermont who weren't adverse to travelling three days on a bus** to thrifty fashion students who are probably doing something cool in Maine right now, were pretty calm and respectable. This is good, as there's no one at the terminals who scans or probes passengers or searches luggage.

Related: the greyhound luggage policy is awesome. They weigh it (baggage prices are 35 bucks for two bags, one overweight), but don't measure it, and you get to take it from bus to bus, so there's less chance of random manhandling of your bags. This means I could pack some pretty sensitive, pretty weird-shaped things in my luggage and not freak out.

Initially I was planning on using a coathanger, but the tongs were more readily available.

This is what I did when I got to Boston.

To be fair, it was a huge glass bottle.

So, in short: when you're a poor college student who needs to get somewhere, take a bus - they are cheap and awesome and people think you're hardcore afterwards. If you're going cross country, you should still take a bus, just bring along a change of clothes and something to do.


*the Olin Challenge is a supposedly hard-to-beat challenge of not accidentally bumping into an Olin person while off-campus. Also, I lost it in spirit to another Oliner (you know who you are) when I bought a huge insulated mug.

**it is my strong belief that this is the only way good country music is made.

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