3:45pm and we’re still waiting.
The bus appears–late as usual at this time.
A misshapen line forms where its familiar to get shoved back and forth, poked and squished in the effort to secure a seat on the hour long commute from Wollongong to Campbeltown.
As more people pile onto the bus, the floor becomes an inviting place to sit and retreat. The bus is filled with chatter whilst two performance students belt out tunes to beloved songs enticing others to join in.
Headphones are plugged in–trying to overpower the bus drivers awful taste in music.
Welcome to the next three years of University life.