I am driving to Plum street to get my foot x-rayed. It’s raining. At the corner of Louis and French—just next to that farmer’s market that sells amazing produce of indeterminate origins (Mexico? somewhere in South America?) and just before those unmarked trucks that sell the same produce right from their cargo holds—I am stopped at the red light behind a white Cadillac.
When the light turns green he doesn’t move—instead, a sweatshirted man with precarious control over his bicycle peddles over to the driver’s side door, which then opens. A hand from inside passes to the cyclist some object small enough to be concealed by their practiced fingers. The Cadillac drives away, the bicycle lurches right into the opposite lane, I drive ahead, the bicycle changes its mind and darts in front of me, I stop short and yell CHRIST, the cyclist stares me down scornfully. A second crazed bicycle follows the first. The light turns red again.
Frazzled, I accidentally turn right instead of left, so I must swing around the block again to get to the one-way street from the proper direction. Typical.
75 Days of Class Until Graduation: the 17 Hunt countdown
My amazing housemates Julia and Nayantara made a shared Google Calendar of things our housemates must do for the last 75 weekdays of our time at Rutgers. To give you an idea, on today’s agenda: go to you first classes (start strong!) Tomorrow: Happy Hour with the ladies. Next Tuesday: seek out a random club just to find free dinner. This is BRILLIANT. We’re going to make this semester count!