Life 1

Mid Winter break started on Thursday. I had my first ever interview that day, for volunteering at the library. It may not sound extremely important but I really wanted to crack it. I left the house to catch the bus and I was already shaking with nervousness. I got on the bus and my ORCA Card (the card that you pay money to the bus with) had no money. so o searched for a dollar and fifty cents in my purse and all I found (at the time) was ten dollars. The driver let out a disappointed sigh and asked me to just take a seat. After taking a seat, I searched real hard for $1.50 in my small purse and as soon as I found it, I went up front and paid it. The bus was 30 minutes long. After a while after I got in, a short and happy looking woman came in and sometime after that, two old Korean ladies hopped in and one of them paid while the other one's ORCA card didn't work. The driver tried to tell her that her card was running out of money but she couldn't understand him. She tried to say something in English but she didn't know how to. She was struggling to pay and tried to make her card work. The short woman and I were watching her struggle and I held my pocket, about to take my purse out but the short woman had already gotten up, with her money in her hand and went up front. The old woman asked her not to pay and told her it was really okay, by showing signs to her and the woman said "No. Your ride is on me. Don't worry about it" and she payed for her. A wave of shame hit my fave real hard, making me want to cry. I missed my stop and therefore got down the next stop and moved towards the library, more nervous that I was before, and really demotivated. All I ever tried to tell myself to feel better was "whatever happens, happens for my good" and I marched into the library, gathering up more courage.