I'm terrible at remembering

So I've missed two posts. So here's one.

Two weeks ago, I started classes. Finally, back in school. It felt incredibly strange for me to go on such a long break from classes. 

So everything was going well. I had found all of my classes and made it to all of them on time. And mind you, this is quite an accomplishment, being that all of the classes are at least a 30 minute walking distance from my dorm, if not more. And none of them are in the same direction.

So, of course, on the day of my second class, I have to wake up too late to make it to class on time by walking. It's okay, I think, I can take the bus. I've done it a few times before. Should be no problem. 

Waiting at the bus stop, I checked times. The schedules do not tell you where the bus goes, just what time it comes to the stop. I saw that 116, the bus I knew I needed, would arrive in 3 minutes. 

Three minutes came and went, and still no bus. Five minutes, eight minutes, no 116. Finally, after ten minutes, I saw a bus approaching over the hill. I saw that the first two numbers were 11 and assumed the last number must be 6. I gathered my things and boarded as soon as the bus stopped.

Relieved to be on my way to class, I took a seat near a door in the middle of the bus. I pulled out my schedule to make sure I would arrive on time to class, and also to make sure I was aware of everywhere else I needed to go that day. 

About ten minutes into the bus ride, I had finished checking my schedule, and I began to look around. I did not recognize any of my surroundings. I figured I just didn't remember walking through this part of town because I had been talking to someone, so I would wait a few minutes and check again. 

Another ten minutes passed, and still I recognized nothing. I should have been at my class by that time. So I looked up to the front of the bus to see which stop was next, and lo and behold, I was on bus 119 and not 116. So, I would definitely be missing class that day.

So after exiting the bus at the next stop, waiting 20 minutes for the next one that would take me home, and checking three times that it was, in fact, the right bus, I was headed back toward my dorm. Another 30 minutes, and I was back at Olowek. I emailed my professor to apologize for my absence, and then left to, quite happily, walk to my next course.

I need to be more careful with the bus system here.