Bus Station

I bought a season pass ticket for all the college sports events. I thought it’ll be an unforgettable experience. I’m not a football person: I Googled “how many quarters football game” during the halftime performance of the first game. But being a part of 100,000 people screaming in unison is special, so I went to the second game.

I was so focused on not getting pushed when the game ended, I forgot to look down, didn’t notice the edge of the sidewalk and fell. Faster than I could scream, three men were at my side, waiting for me to tell them how they can assist. I asked for help getting up, thanked them after I was on my feet again and kept walking. I wanted to get as far as I could from the swarm of people leaving the stadium. Then I sat on a bench in a bus station next to my dorms, and waited to feel brave enough to move.