A bus stop

According to the dictionary, 'A bus stop is a designated place where buses stop for passengers to board or leave a bus ' (Wikipedia, 2010), but for me, a bus stop seemed like a friend to me because I had to meet with it almost every day last semester. Although I don't have to take a bus go to school now, I still can remember the bus stop as if it were yesterday. It was really close to me in those days.


Last semester, I suffered from a big problem since I decided to live off campus, which was that I couldn't drive so that I had to take a bus to go to school every day. Unfortunately, I got chemistry class beginning at 8 a.m. for Monday and Wednesday, which meant that I had to walk alone to a bus stop for 10 minutes at that early morning. Although the weather was ideal sometimes— bright and breezy, there was still a kind of loneliness at that early morning. It's 7 a.m. at Long Island, quite and peace.

The bus stop is right around the corner of a street, which can be seen from a distance. The bus stop is just a sign, which just uses a simple pole and flag to mark the location. During those days, I was always walking fast as long as I saw that corner because it was especially sad when a bus went to the bus stop before me. If that happened, I had to miss my class and wait for another bus, that could take me more than an hour. How sad it is! Thus, I was always being there 10 minutes ahead. Maybe most people regard the 10 minutes as a boring period, but I consider it as a happy experience as follows. Nothing can be compared, with the twittering of birds at dawn, the sight of the rising sun glinting on the trees and houses. I regarded the sight as my present in those days because it was my dream peaceful life in my mind. In addition, it was fun that I would look into the distance suddenly when I heard a certain big noise from the street where the bus was coming. I can say that the bus stop let me to have fun.

Although I have not taken bus for a long time and the last time I took bus was almost six months ago, the memory of those days still exists. This semester, my boyfriend take me to school usually. However, if one day he sends me a text which tell me that he has to use the car at the same time and I have to walk to the bus stop, I will be in no way disappointed. Instead, I will enjoying to recapture the past. Now, I still have a vivid recollection of everything there. There are tow rows of houses and trees, a rough and full of holes road and a simple pole and flag marked as a bus stop. It's nice to take a walk during the summer and autumn. Especially autumn, the trees drop their flaming autumn leaves. Some of them dance in the air, beautiful and widespread; Some of them spread on the ground, thick and quite.

The bus stop is close to me because it witnesses my growth. When I told my mom that I took bus to go to school everyday and I never missed my chemistry class, my mom said that I was grown up and being much more independent! I seldom take a bus in China because my parents can take me to everywhere. However, I live alone in the United States now so that I have to learn how to be independent. I had to set up a reasonable schedule in case of missing the bus, persist in arriving at the bus stop ten minutes ahead and organize my life on my own.

A bus stop is prosy, quite and with no reputation. But I think of it as my good start of life in the U.S.