This weekend is Fall Break for Olivet Nazarene University. Naturally I decided to go home to Minnesota after being at school for almost two months (7 weeks actually, but who is counting?). One of my best friends, Sarah (also a fellow Minnesotan), and I decided to attempt the arduous journey to the cold North of Minnesota.
The first leg of our journey required driving to the train station thirty minutes away. Finding someone to drive us there was a difficult task in itself, but luckily my roommate's friend, Ty, who we have kind of gotten to know, offered to drive us. The only downside is that his class ends at 12:50,
and the train leaves at 1:47. That does not sound like a big issue when the drive is only thirty minutes away. The drive is thirty minutes away when you 1) Speed 2) Don't get lost 3) Don't have to get gas. The first two had already happened to us the previous weekend when we took the train and the third Ty informed Sarah and I needed to happen. Ty happened to get out of class slightly late and then couldn't find us when he tried to drive up to our dorm. Eventually we found him, or he found us. He pulled up in a black convertible wearing some intense shades, that left us hardly recognizing him. We threw our suitcases in the back seat and left campus and landed in a pile of traffic as every Olivet student and their mother tried to get as far away from the campus as possible. We then had to get gas. By this time Sarah's GPS says that we will reach the train station with three minutes to spare. Ty could tell that Sarah and I were starting to get very stressed out, so he turned to me and pinkie promised me that we would make it o the train station in time. True to his word, we arrived to the train station with 3 minutes to spare, even after we had hot traffic. Twice. I don't think I have ever sprinted (or been that rude to someone who has given me a ride) that fast in my life. Carrying a
backpack. Pulling a rolling suitcase. Ohhhh and holding a zebra pillow pet. As we reached the train platform, I heard it shutter, I screamed at Sarah to get on the train and we jumped into the train. We collapsed onto the seats at the front of the train car and noticed that the train was not moving. Sarah looked and saw that we had one minute and thirty seconds to spare.
and the train leaves at 1:47. That does not sound like a big issue when the drive is only thirty minutes away. The drive is thirty minutes away when you 1) Speed 2) Don't get lost 3) Don't have to get gas. The first two had already happened to us the previous weekend when we took the train and the third Ty informed Sarah and I needed to happen. Ty happened to get out of class slightly late and then couldn't find us when he tried to drive up to our dorm. Eventually we found him, or he found us. He pulled up in a black convertible wearing some intense shades, that left us hardly recognizing him. We threw our suitcases in the back seat and left campus and landed in a pile of traffic as every Olivet student and their mother tried to get as far away from the campus as possible. We then had to get gas. By this time Sarah's GPS says that we will reach the train station with three minutes to spare. Ty could tell that Sarah and I were starting to get very stressed out, so he turned to me and pinkie promised me that we would make it o the train station in time. True to his word, we arrived to the train station with 3 minutes to spare, even after we had hot traffic. Twice. I don't think I have ever sprinted (or been that rude to someone who has given me a ride) that fast in my life. Carrying a 
Three minutes later the train still had not left and the Metra trains are always on time. Sarah pulled up her train schedule and noticed a little detail we had misread. The train left at 1:57...not 1:47. I looked at her and told I was going to go buy our train tickets now.
Thankfully, only the first half of our journey was that stressful. We are now sitting relaxing on the Megabus lamenting that Netflix is blocked and armed with two rape whistles. Here we come Minnesota!
Until Next Time,
Miss Sass a Frass
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