Carlos’ Commute to Baruch
As the sun rises once again, Carlos wakes up. He realizes that it’s past 8 and that he’s going to be late to the train. Since the MetroNorth train is about a 15 minute walk from his house and seeing that he still needs to take his daily morning shower and whip up a quick breakfast so that he doesn’t starve to death, he decides to forget the walking and just calls up his uncle and asks him to give him a ride to the train station to ensure he makes the train. Once outside, he notices that the day looks beautifully clear, or so he had wished. It was actually raining pretty bad. It was also very cold. Carlos hates the winter with a passion. It’s not the snow or the rain he hates, but the piercing cold.
As his uncle arrives, Carlos enters the car and has a forgettable, probably unimportant 3-minute conversation with him until he’s dropped off at the train station. Once on the MetroNorth Carlos takes a seat at one of the bright-red comfortable seats. It’s about an hour ride to Grand Central Station so Carlos decides to take out his iPhone and AirPods and just relax to the soothing, psychedelic music of Pink Floyd. Wish You Were Here, one of his favorite albums of all time, hits the eardrum perfectly on this specific Monday. During this specific day Carlos started thinking about what his purpose was on this planet. He knew that he wasn’t put on this earth simply to become just another brick in the wall, but to make a difference on a global scale. Idealistic thinking is something that really helps Carlos keep the imaginary flame of hope burning brightly. Maybe someday his potential political career will take off and he’ll be able to push for and instill a more equal, socialist agenda just like his 2016 role model Bernie Sanders. Carlos has always loved politics but not for the title or glamour, but because he wants to see a real change in the world.
As the hour flies by, Carlos arrives at Grand Central Station. Once there, he hurries onto the 6 Downtown train. Unlike the MetroNorth, the New York City Subway is cramped, small and uncomfortable. Fortunately his ride to his destination is only 7 minutes or so since 23rd street is only 3 stops away. He glances around and notices 99% of the people there on their phones. He starts wondering how technology has consumed everyone right before ironically looking down at his own phone and scrolling through his Twitter feed and CNN app. He saves the thought for another day. As soon as the subway arrives at his stop, he gets off the subway and walks two blocks to Baruch’s large white building whose name he admittedly does not know. He’s familiar with the Vertical Campus, but not the large white building. Once he’s inside he shows the security guard his Baruch ID card and enters the elevator. The cramped elevator reminds him of the subway, but it is unfortunately worse. Carlos isn’t claustrophobic, but he does prefer having his personal space. As soon as he reaches the 13th floor, he walks towards Professor Hussey’s class. Once there he enters the room, removes his AirPods, takes off his jacket and sits down ready to start the day.
Carlos Montoya