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I ran down the up escalator.

by TheAngstyPoet on March 4, 2014   |  FacebooktwitterTumblr

I had an interview with Seton Hall Pre-legal program on Saturday. I wrote two essays, a legal brief, and had a practice LSAT. However that wasn't even the hardest part of the day! Seton Hall Law is located in downtown Newark. Instead of calling a cab when I'm finished, I decide to trust iPhone maps to guide me to the train station. I didn't realize I chose the address for Newark Penn Station TAXI. I walked all the way through downtown on Market St. to go all the way back.
I asked a man for directions, and he said I should take the bus. Finally buy my ticket and settle myself in the train. The conductor takes my ticket but doesn't put a strip of paper marking I paid for my ride. I thought that was weird. Then the driver announces we need to wait for room in the station. That was weird too. Upon arriving in the station, everyone in the car picks up their stuff to leave. I was in NYC Penn Station.
I run into a flower shop and ask where I can buy NJ Transit tickets. I run upstairs to the ticket kiosk, then back down to locate which train I need. I call my aunt because she used to commute by train into the city. I said, "Don't panic but I'm in New York City." Thankfully she directed me to which train I needed which was about to leave.
The only entrance open to Track 10 had an up escalator. I look at this guy next to me and back at the escalator. I think, "Fuck it." I run down the escalator. At first I didn't really go anywhere and then I had to go faster than the moving stairs. I was hoping no one would get on it and that I wouldn't fall. Finally I leaped for solid ground and asked the conductor if the train was headed for New Brunswick. He confirmed with a "yes" and I gave a thumbs-up to the guy who followed my cue to go down the escalator. Then I grabbed a seat and made it in time to take a bus back to my dorm.
The end.


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