Cars are flowing in, swarming around, looking for a parking space as close as possible to the stairs and elevators. Most of these drivers will promptly recline their seats and sack out until their first class. Not that I don't look forward to returning to the seven-minute commute from Waikiki. I might have to park twenty spaces from the fourth-floor steps instead of two, but the few extra minutes sleep in a warm bed is worth it. For now, it's been so long since I've had to deal with rush hour, the experience is novel enough to keep the drive from being too frustrating.
Mornings are considerably more interesting than afternoons.
I'll be hurtling along at 70 miles an hour just to keep up with the traffic around me, and there will still be cars flying past like I'm not moving. By the time I reach the interchange, it's stop and go even in the carpool lane. It looks like a broad, glowing lava flow. At least before the sun comes up, one of the blights of city life can be almost scenic. With all the excitement in the past week, I think I forgot to write about the class presentation I made in Journalism 360 last Thursday.