An unexpected adventure

Yesterday I had quite the day.
When I first woke up, I checked my bank account online, hoping for my student loan to be deposited. There was still nothing. So I browsed around the internet and eventually ended up calling the student loan office in New Brunswick to see if I had to send anything in for the 2nd semester.
Turns out I did, and it was waiting for me at my school. So I got ready and headed to campus for a bit. I received my student loan certificate and headed upstairs to talk with the Canadian student loan representative. I presented my ID and my SIN to her and she checked over my certificate. 
Only thing I was missing was my banking information. And silly me, I thought that since I gave my information to them in October, that they would already have it. But no, that was not the case.
And to add insult to injury, I had run out of cheques back in late October. I ordered more from my bank but have yet to receive them. I even put another order in back in December because I didn't receive anything yet. Watch in a few weeks I'm going to end up getting 100 cheques in the mail. 
So the representative told me I could go call my bank to get my information like the transit number and the bank ID. So off I went. I stayed on campus and tried to look up the number for my bank on the mobile browser of my phone. But that was taking forever. I didn't know where I could access the internet anywhere else around there, so I trekked on home to get it from my computer. 
After I filled out the rest of the form, I had to walk back to campus again. I was seriously sweating by the time I got back to campus, after having to climb the hill twice. I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be -10 degrees with a windchill of -16. 
Anyway, the student loan representative was gone by the time I got back to campus. Well, gone on her lunch. So I had to wait around for a half hour before she got back. 


After my loan stuff was sorted out, I headed into the city to meet up for lunch with one of my best friends. We went to a restaurant that I absolutely love, since it reminds me of another place I would frequently go to when I lived in the Valley. We had a wonderful lunch and continued to walk around the city for a few hours. I had to stock up on diet pepsi as I had run out the night before, so we made sure to get some before it was time to get home. 


Around 5 oclock, it was starting to get dark so we each waited for our buses. Hers came first, and she asked if I minded waiting alone. I had called the line to see when my bus would be and was only expecting it in a few minutes so I told her it was fine. Her bus came and went, and after a few minutes, my bus came.
Or so I thought. 
I got on, took a seat, and got settled for my half hour ride home. 


Now sometimes the metro bus system will take alternate routes for certain things, like too much traffic someplace due to a certain event. So when the bus I was on took a turn before it would normally do, that's what I thought it was doing: taking an alternate route. It wasn't until it was too far past where it would be appropriate to back track that I realized I was on the wrong bus. I didn't double check the number when I hopped on. It was an older looking bus and I really thought it was the 80. But I think it was either the 20 or the 34. 
I stayed on the bus until the end of the route. I was all the way out in Spryfield, which I had heard was a sketchy place. It was fully dark by then so I was nervous. I asked the bus driver how I would get back into the downtown area and he told me which side of the street to be on and which number to catch. 
I had to wait about 20 minutes before that bus arrived and I was more than ready for it. I took it back into the downtown area. 


After about 10 minutes my bus arrived. And this time I double checked before I got on to make sure it was the 80. And I was finally able to come home. 


I think I need to get my vision rechecked. lol 
The whole time this was happening I was texting my friend who had left just minutes before. She has now vowed to never get on a bus before me so she can make sure I get on the right one, since I ended up in Spryfield and made her worried. 


Although I was nervous when it happened, thinking about it now gives me a good laugh. What an unexpected adventure that was. 


Have you ever hopped on the wrong bus before?