Home alone and the first week of school

After being away for two weeks it always feels good to be home. Yesterday, was a crazy day, I was running late and accidentlly got on the wrong (I mean wrong) bus. Insead of taking me off to the Metro it turned out it was an “express” bus that landed me downtown and far later than I was to start with. I was rushing to get to my first piano class and didn’t want to give the wrong impression on the first week of school. I got off the bus on St. Catherines and hurried to the Mcgill station. With great surprise I met up with Diego on the train platform (who though he was going to be late for his class, which was actually my second class of the day Male Choir). We decided to run from the Metro to the college and when we arrived serveral minutes late we were greeted by a line choir members waiting to pay their fees. We fell in line and were completely absolved of any evidence of tardiness.

… Later that day I caught up with my piano teacher to be to explain my absence to find out my lesson had been rescheduled for the afternoon. Amazingly my day worked out even despite being an hour and a half late. What luck.