Bus and Bike Rides

I love people. I learned that in Indo, I had always been vaguely aware of the fact that I enjoy people, but after coming home it is very evident that I do. This realization finally hit me while I was waiting around for the VISTA bus to come back from Ventura. As I sat there a man who I would have normally ignored sat down next to me and I was itching to start conversation. We talked about tons of stuff, cars, bikes, college, his kids... When that topic came up low and behold- his oldest daughter was my high school guidance counselor! She was the one that told me to apply to Westmont despite the super steep finances. I was so stoked to have met her dad!

People are great, especially when you don't automatically assume they're all out to get you.

After that glorious bus ride I nearly keeled over riding up to school from my house. A majority of the ascent was spent talking to myself about how I was outrageous for thinking I could go up that hill. I got up eventually, and once I did it was so good to see all the Physical Plant folks! Plus going down the hill was mantab!