C1 Thoughts

10:37 p.m… Sometimes I forget that I go to school at a place that looks like Hogwarts…


I love the C1. I’ll admit it I do. I love the soft roll of the floor underneath you. I love the familiar feeling of the staticky blue, plastic seats. I love how with every turn and curve your body sways to the cadence of the soft braking of the bus. Slow, stoooop, go. Slowww, stop, go, go go. Slow, stop, goooo. I love watching people get on and off, creating stories about where they come from and where they are going. I even love the crowded bus in the morning, when a hum settles across the warm cabin, as the interwoven bodies wait for their minds to stop hitting snooze. But, I especially love the C1 at night.

Blanketed by the plush, inky night, it becomes unclear where exactly the bus is at a given moment. We sit in a transient state, neither here nor there, disrupted only by the flickering of solitary street lamps. Nowhere to move, nowhere to rush off to. Midterms and labs come and bang against the windows of the bus, but the night absorbs their desperate shouts. Relationships run alongside the bus, calling out, but they disappear, too slow for the swift, metal giant. And the anxiety, the homesickness, the uncertainty attempt to jump on, but the driver slams the door shut just as they leap on. All there is left for one to do is to sit. To sit and to say goodnight. Goodnight chapel, goodnight bus driver, goodnight C1…

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  • Isa Bouan
    November 3, 2017 at 5:18 am

    Beautiful, beautiful writing

  • Clare BradshW
    November 5, 2017 at 3:21 am

    This is the type of writing that stays with you; keep reminding Duke why it’s interesting