Pleb-like.

On the bus this morning, two Mercedes College students gave up their seats for Rhys and I.

This did not do any favours for the age-related paranoid complex I seem to have developed since turning 25 in July.

Backup a minute there; did I just say I actually used public transport? In PERTH? There’s a first for everything, I suppose, and today was the first time I caught the bus to Curtin in my 1.5 years as a student there. I’ve just had no reason to in the past, as our house is less than five minutes drive from campus, and I can walk there in the same time it takes to get public transport… Yet here I am. On a bus. On a bus as I write this. Because I don’t have a driver’s license (ahem) and it would be illegal of me to drive at the moment, and seriously not worth the trouble if I had a prang.

Ridiculously, I have to catch a bus in to the city and then back out to Curtin because there’s no direct bus I can take. This is stupid, as it’s possible to get to uni from home without turning a corner when driving. I guess there are benefits though. Firstly, it’s not illegal for me to catch a bus right now. It’s also better for the environment to not have my car polluting the roads. Maybe it’s also cheaper? I’m not sure about that yet. One must have a SmartRider these days in order to qualify as a student, it would seem, which is freaking idiotic, just quietly. What about the student who only catches the bus once in a blue moon, like me? Why should I have to purchase a card?

One thing I do need to do is wake up ten minutes earlier and eat breakfast before work, rather than taking it with me to eat at work. All those ham and cheese croissants I passed today, however overpriced they may be, looked mighty inviting to my grumbling tum.