At the corner of Bonhay Road, which runs in front of the train station, there's a crosswalk that makes me feel like God-press the walk button and two seconds later the light will turn red and there you are, stopping traffic. Up through the alley, up St. David's Hill, up Hele Road. That's where my mom and I fought. It seems silly now, from so far away. Not only the argument, but the sheer fact that we didn't understand the difference between a college and a university.
College is the last half of American high school.
College is where you go before university. I feel the wind more now, and I tug my jumper, folding it tightly around my arms. Queen Street curves gently around. Brightly coloured fans of rich blue and mauve peek out from under the women's coats. The men's dress shoes shine brightly, even under halogen streetlights.