It's Tuesday morning, and I have finally overcame what I thought would be an almost impossible day to get through on Monday. I had a Chinese quiz (my studying wasn't enough), an Orgo quiz (sub-studying, but quite enough), and a Calc exam (studying...enough/not enough). The long day with a huge uphill was finally over at around 7:30 pm. My friend Vi has been having a rough week lately, confused about feelings she has over a guy (boyfriend, ex-boyfriend? I can't determine). Those feelings have left her unable to focus as we were studying for our Calc exam from 2-5 pm. I decided to take her phone, and made plans for a get-together at Chinatown as soon as the exam was over. Her phone, of course, she took back, but we highlighted the end of our troubling day with a silver lining.Chin, I believe our bikes have fallen into the same fate. We are now victims of a cruel, cruel prank-gone-wrong. In the coming days and weeks and months to come, we must arise to this occasion as not a sign of defeat, but the beginning of a powerful uprising against those who choose to acquire bikes through shortcuts that neither you nor I have chosen to follow through with. We will not step down to their level. We will not surrender until we prevail!
As soon as the exam was over, off we went to Chinatown. I got Thai Milk Bubble Tea at Rising Tide (Delicious!). Then, we went to Sang Kee for Peking Duck (our substitute for the Thanksgiving turkey) which we took to my apartment. I heated up food my mom made last week that I wanted to get rid of before Thanksgiving break. I ended my night with hours and hours of fun playing Rock Band and Band Hero at Anthony and Jon's house. I started off with the drums, then switched to guitar, vocals, and then, finally, the guitar. I was incredibly uncoordinated, yet it was still a fun night filled with laughter before everyone goes home for Thanksgiving. I eventually slept over, because it was too late to go back to my apartment.
I woke up expecting a typical day. Well, a Thursday school schedule on a Tuesday is not typical, but I still had classes to attend to, and expected to carry on with my day like any other. I walked to my first class as usual. For the first time in a while, I had arrived at my 9:00 am Orgo recitation early/on time. I was the only one from my class who went. Another guy there thought it was a Tuesday schedule.
On my way to class, I looked over at the library to see how my bike was. I saw two bikes. They looked unusually small. Are any of them my bike? I walked closer to get a better look. When I got there, I realized my bike, my bike I've had since I was in middle school, had disappeared.
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