It’s crunch time for thousands of Toronto’s students. A good proportion of these students are also commuters \u2014 students who wander through campus and city in search of space. Thousands of students in Toronto commute, whether it\u2019s to Centennial, George Brown, Humber, OCADU, Ryerson, Seneca, U of T or York (or any other ones I\u2019ve forgotten). A commuter is an urban wanderer, and a master of schedules, whether they want that education or not.<\/p>\n
Based on an old undergrad schedule I found, I reconstructed a particularly stressful November day to capture the movements and experiences of the stressed commuter student travelling from Etobicoke to U of T.<\/p>\n
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Class is at 10:10am-12:00pm, 2:10pm-3:00pm, and 6:10pm-9:00pm. Today\u2019s my crappy day. Only a few hours between classes, not enough time to go all the way back home since each way is an hour. Time is my currency.<\/p>\n
I wake up at 8:00am (if I\u2019m lucky), leave home at 9:00am, after washing up, eating something (a cookie), shoving my notes in my bag, grabbing my laptop, keys, wallet, metropass, debit card. I can\u2019t forget anything, because there\u2019s no way to go back. I\u2019ll buy lunch downtown, maybe dinner too.<\/p>\n
I leave my place at 9:15am. As I walk down to my stop, I blame myself for wasting those extra 15 minutes. How could that have happened? I miss my bus and get on the next one. I\u2019m going to be late.<\/p>\n
On the bus towards Kipling, I try to read some of my chemistry notes, but it\u2019s no use. The bus rattles and I\u2019m tired because I went to sleep at 1:00am last night. I don\u2019t know why I did that.<\/p>\n
The bus turns the corner and enters Kipling station. I scramble, unzipping my bag to stuff my notes in. The bus stops and everyone exits and enters. I walk fast through the station but I see someone I know. It\u2019s that guy who always wants to talk on the subway. Our eyes catch, but I pretend that I don\u2019t see him. It\u2019ll be us sitting on the subway, in the tense silence of the train, straining to make conversation and everyone will hear us. Everyone will be uncomfortable. It\u2019s my duty, for the public good, to avoid him. I run down the stairs and the subway chimes. I wait right till the end and jump in as the doors are closing. Success.<\/p>\n
In my seat by the window, I ask myself if it was really necessary to run from him. A pang of embarrassment is washed out by a moment of daylight through the window. I pull out a notebook and start working on my assignment due tomorrow.<\/p>\n
Christie Station. Now I have a decision to make. Do I get off at St George, or Spadina? At this time of the day, it\u2019s questionable whether walking from St. George is really faster than taking the streetcar from Spadina. My class is at St. George and Willcocks, and the streetcar seems like a faster solution. Even though the lines are long, the cars come often.<\/p>\n
I get on the second streetcar, and at this point it\u2019s 10:00am. I walk into class just in time.<\/p>\n
Class is boring. I didn\u2019t have coffee, and the prof doesn\u2019t understand why we did so badly on the midterm. \u201cIt\u2019s just organic chemistry,\u201d says the professor of organic chemistry.<\/p>\n
12:00pm, and lunch time. I feel anxious about looking at my marks on the midterm, so I decide to look at them after I finish my assignment, which I\u2019ll do after lunch. Lunch options: Sammy\u2019s at Hart House, Sid Smith, Robarts, Subway, those grubby pizza places on Spadina, or Second Cup\u2019s over-priced sandwiches. I need coffee, so I choose Second Cup. My OSAP reserve cries a little.<\/p>\n
I buy a sandwich and a coffee and walk around looking for a spot. It\u2019s already 12:20pm and my next class is at Bahen at College and St. George at 2:10pm. I wander through the study rooms in Sid Smith. One smells like food, no space. The other one is loud, no space. Sometimes I want to just sit beside someone, at their table, but I am too shy. I have a lot of respect for people that can just sit wherever.<\/p>\n
I go out the back to see if there is any space at New College. Nothing. 12:30pm. I go back to Lash Miller, and I find a seat, but there\u2019s no outlet and no desk. 12:35pm. I walk towards University College \u2013 what was I thinking, this place is a maze. Somehow I make it to Hart House, nothing. I walk down to Med Sci, there\u2019s an outlet and a seat. No desk, but that\u2019s fine.<\/p>\n
I finished my coffee so I\u2019m eating my sandwich dry. Internet\u2019s not working, but that\u2019s ok. I\u2019ll draft part of my assignment and then fill in the references when I have access to articles. It\u2019s 1:00pm already. I eat my sandwich and type with one hand, 30 words, that\u2019s at least something. I can\u2019t seem to think so I get up and walk towards Bahen at 1:30pm. I might be able to get something done in the lecture hall before class.<\/p>\n
I sit down in class and open my laptop to work on the assignment, and someone I know sits beside me, \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey. What\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s the assignment going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWorking on it. I hardly started.\u201d I laugh (it\u2019s really not that funny).<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah me neither. What did you get for question 1?\u201d<\/p>\n
We exchange notes, I realize I did question 1 completely wrong and wish that he had not told me. I can see the disappointment on his face when he finds out we have different answers. I guess I should thank him, but that might add insult to injury. Thankfully class starts before I can say anything.<\/p>\n
I spend class wondering if I am in the right major.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee ya.\u201d And we depart.<\/p>\n
I have three hours to spare, and this time I can go to a library since I\u2019m not eating. But I need to choose one. Robarts still makes me feel depressed and is probably packed. I imagine some guy whispering loudly on his phone in the study corners. Gerstein is probably full at time of the semester, and the only other library I know is the secret chemistry library. I decide to go there, walking north on St. George from Bahen. I find a spot by the window at 3:20pm. This is convenient because I have class downstairs at 6:10pm.<\/p>\n
I set my stuff down, open my books and get to work. An hour of glorious productivity, but my bladder interrupts me at 4:30pm. Now I have to make a decision. I don\u2019t know where the bathrooms are on this floor, so I\u2019ll probably have to go downstairs (I don\u2019t really want to ask where they are), but I don\u2019t want to leave my stuff here. I heard horror stories of people getting their stuff stolen and I never got that anti-theft sticker I was meaning to get for my laptop. I decide to pack up and go to the washroom downstairs. I know that my spot will be taken when I leave, but maybe something\u2019s opened up at New College. I go to the washroom, and walk towards New. Even though the road is pedestrian-only, I still walk on the sidewalk. I\u2019m not feeling defiant today. How is it already 5:00pm?<\/p>\n
I find a space at New and sit down. 30 minutes of Facebook. I see my email pop up, an email from a professor. It\u2019s full of typos, nothing\u2019s capitalized, but I need to be careful about my response. Typically, a response to a prof takes about 30 minutes to compose, and another 30 minutes to push the \u2018send\u2019 button. I will just respond tomorrow. She\u2019s probably leaving her office now anyway.<\/p>\n
6:00pm, I head to class. I sit down in my usual spot which is something I rely on being free for me. I think everyone appreciates the regularity of a sitting place in class. It\u2019s the one thing we know we can rely on in a day full of searching. At least I know I rely on it. Class is interesting, but it\u2019s late and I\u2019m tired.<\/p>\n
9:00pm rolls around, and I pack my stuff. I am worried about this assignment. I head to St. George because I won\u2019t find any seats at Spadina westbound. Everyone gets on at St. George and at Yonge\/Bloor. I miraculously find a seat at 9:20pm.<\/p>\n
The subway starts moving and I feel anxious. I need to finish this assignment. I decide to do the unthinkable: I take my laptop out and start working on the subway. I utter a quiet prayer, hoping that no one sees me and that no one decides that my laptop is worth giving me a hard time. I hope no one asks me what I\u2019m doing. 30 minutes of work, and we reach Kipling. I get on the bus which is waiting at the bay and I stuff my laptop in my bag. There\u2019s nowhere to sit.<\/p>\n
I walk home from the bus stop and I\u2019m home at 10:30pm. My mom is home and made some food and my dad\u2019s working the night shift. She asks me how my day was and I have a short snap inside: what am I supposed to say? \u201cIt was good.\u201d is the default response.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere\u2019s some food, I\u2019m going to sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks.\u201d My quiet tone belies a mountain of appreciation \u2013 she didn\u2019t have to make me dinner, or deal with my curt responses. I open my laptop at my desk, turn my lamp on, my room\u2019s a mess. Dinner sits on my lap because my desk is crowded. I\u2019ll clean it up at the end of semester (probably). I set myself in for more work.<\/p>\n
I finish the assignment at 2:00am. It\u2019s not my best work, and the TA will probably complain about how I should have started this assignment earlier. I hate that word. Should. I look at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I\u2019ll shower tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I lie in bed, my mind racing. Class is tomorrow at 11:10 am. I\u2019ll set my alarm for 8:00am, and then at 8:30am just in case. Bus stop at 10:00am, hand in my assignment at 12:00pm, buy a latte at 12:20pm. Start working on the next assignment at 1:00pm. 40 minutes seems luxurious, but it\u2019s a luxury I will take. 30 minutes later, I fall asleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"