As Brianna fled her dorm room to leave for school she became flooded with anxiety and thought about why she hasn’t unpacked, it has been three days since she came back after visiting friends, and also why she decided taking 7:25 classes was a good idea. Upon exiting the elevator she left the building and headed down 3^rd avenue, passing the breakfast cart usually stationed there at this early hour. Veering right onto 96^th street she had to endure the wretched upward slope which transformed her calf’s into rocks. As Brianna walked down the steps into the subway the person walking like a snail in front of her did not alleviate the fear of being late. She reached the subway platform and immediately the smell of raw sewage flooded her nostrils, and there was a mange infected rat directly below her on the tracks, she thought “wow today is off to a great start.” When the subway came she entered going to one of the end doors, she refused to enter the middle because then she may come into physical contact with more people. Someone was in her usual spot forcing her to touch the warm sweaty metal. How disgusting? All of it. The 6 train finally arrived at 23^rd street after mocking moving very slow and being held in the station for no reason at all. Brianna quickly ran to class disregarding the “do not cross” signal thinking how it wouldn’t be that bad if a car hit her. After turning left on 23^rd onto Lexington the school was in sight, she entered class and Sid looked at her asking “why are you so late?” and thing why she looked so disheveled,  she just shrugged and tried to look for a seat in the full classroom.