Non Resident Alien

This is a chronicle of my tragi-comic life as a foreigner in the United States. My official status when I started school in 2004, was that of a Non-Resident-Alien and that's where the title of the blog is from. My status has changed to Resident Alien since then. My personal experiences are a unique roller coaster mundane everyday experiences for locals, but unique from the eyes of a foreigner. I started this blog to share some of my experiences beginning my third year living in this country.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Hilarious or Tragic: Its a matter of perspective

I have been extremely busy the past few days, and this is my first breather to update my blog. What have I been busy with? Just getting back to life as an RA with a new staff and life as a PhD Candidate. Between school and the job there seems to be too little time to even get a good night's sleep. I work late nights on Wednesday and do not get to bed till about 3am Thursday morning. This past wednesday as I tumbled into bed at 3am, I set the alarm for 8:30 so that I could be ready to take the 10am bus to the Metro. I woke up with a start at 9:30 and wondered if I had slept through the alarm. Took me less than a minute to figure out that I had set the alarm for 8:30pm instead of 8:30am. I somehow managed to get ready, pack breakfast, lunch and coffee in my travel mug and grab all my stuff and leave the apartment by 9:55. I quickly looked at the weather forecast on my laptop and it said 55F, so I wore my winter jacket and ran out only to notice that it was warm enough to be 70F and people were walking in shorts and sleeveless shirts. I had no time to run back and change and still had to walk to the bus stop, so I waddled quickly. Just as I was climbing the small hill that goes to the bus stop, I saw the bus pulling away from the stop. Praying that the driver would be generous, I stepped into the middle of the road, arms flailing, requesting him to stop. Much to my dismay, he shook his head vigorously. I tried to reason with him by pointing to my watch and indicating that it was not 10 yet (it was 9:59). Finally, frustrated with me, he rolled down his window and said that he was not going to the Metro, and that is when I realised that the bus was empty and the bus stop had a small crowd of people, all watching me and some even laughing. I must have been some sight, in a winter jacket on a 70 degree day, backpack, shoulder bag, lunch bag, coffee mug with coffee spilling all over my bags and waving frantically in the middle of the road. Embarrassed, I quietly walked to the bus stop, got into the waiting bus and sat in the last seat and sunk low in my seat, hoping people would forget me by the time we reached the metro. 
So, its a matter of looking at the lighter and brighter side of life. I realise that I have been too busy to notice how hilarious my life has become these past few days. 

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