Krystal said she would take the MTA bus to class today. She ran down her apartment building stairs, passing by her neighbor’s door who blasted rock music 8 in the morning. He chose rock music today. Off she goes, running to class thought Nick Laurent (who knows her from seeing her entering and leaving the building). Right outside her building is the bus stop she needed to take. Krystal inserted her Metrocard into the machine and then crumpled the receipt into her pocket. She stood with the 15 other commuters around the bus stop waiting for the Select Bus to arrive with their hair flying around. 8 minutes later, the bus pulled up and Krystal hurried to an entrance. She was one of the first people on the bus and she chose to stand in the middle. Why did she choose to stand with a heavy laptop in her bag when there were so many seats opened? She watched the high schoolers chatting to each other on the bus before they got off the next stop. Krystal walked down 25th street until she hit the plaza on 3rd Avenue. As she crossed the plaza, she passed the corner bagel store smelling the familiar scent. When is the last time she ate a bagel? She climbed onto a chair at the age of 5 at her grandmother’s house in Astoria reaching for the many fresh bagels purchased at the local shop. She fought with her cousins over the limited option of spreads until one succeeded and covered their bagel. Krystal entered the Vertical campus while searching her ID and swiped in.