As I ride the 7:30 a.m. shuttle bus to Edinburg, trying to take a nap in the cold and most uncomfortable seats, I think to myself, “This could have easily been an online class.”
As I arrive at the main campus in Edinburg, I buy breakfast at the Student Union and take my online class, where I have to hear the professor disclose a student’s GPA (illegal, by the way) and compare it to their work.
Once class (soon-to-be-lawsuit) finishes, I run to catch the bus to the Visual Arts building that is off campus for some reason.
The bus times don’t even correlate with the class hours, so I arrive five minutes late.
I get to class, where we watch YouTube tutorials, a website where I can watch these videos for free. I am paying tuition for YouTube tutorials.
During the class, I have to leave early because I just might miss the shuttle bus back to Brownsville, so I check the screenshots of the bus schedule and calculate which bus I have to catch.
I leave class around 45 minutes in (the class runs two hours and 40 minutes), which is the latest I can stay to catch the city bus back to the Edinburg campus.
Hopefully, this time the city buses are on schedule. Oh, no! It’s five minutes late and there’s a strange man riding inside, talking about how COVID-19 is a hoax to control people.
I missed the shuttle bus back to Brownsville but, hey, that gives me an hour and a half to eat food comfortably.
Once I finish my lunch/dinner, I line up to take the 5 p.m. shuttle back to Brownsville. Tuckered out, I go to my next class. Actually, this class isn’t that bad. It’s a studio class that started 15 minutes ago. I stay a bit later to compensate for the time that I missed and work on my art project.
Then, I go home and remember that I need to register for classes. As I’m looking at my choices, it seems that I have no choice but to do it all over again next semester.
