It all happens on trains
Posted by Ethan Chellan
After a long train ride back home last week, friday, I was bored and irritated from the fragile 3517 Metrorail train. This specific ride back home made me realise that I used to do something that I was passionate about. That something was blogging. I know I’ve been absent for a year now, but I think I’m ready to give you Version 2.1.
The friday morning I started where I had to write off the Respiratory module, it was insane. A few things happened and then I was on the 3517 train. After the third stop I was still standing behind the open door. Suddenly I felt a massive impact on my upper leg. I didn’t respond after the blow, because mentally I was still at that darn test.
Shit happened, it happens.
Someone just felt to throw a tennis ball shaped rock at me. The, inhumane person had to have brilliant coordination and aim to hit me standing in a moving train. This little incident just made me wonder what if I was hit in the face.
After 2 more stops I sat down and oddly thought about blogging. Randomly a wake up call, but I’m back.