Marcela left her building and walked to the Fulton Street subway station. It was warmer than she thought it would be. She felt more energetic and in a better mood than usual, must have slept enough last night, for once. As she walked into the station, she saw police set up at a table checking bags again today. A section of the platform was cordoned off for minor maintenance so Marcela walked to the front of the train. She got off at Union Square to transfer to the 6 train, I might actually be on time today! A platform controller began screaming about delays, just kidding. A woman on the platform started yelling about how she was going to be late for work and how the MTA always makes her late. We’re all thinking the same thing but why do you have to yell about it. Marcela took out her phone to change the song and noticed the time, I might not be that late actually. She got on the 6 train for one stop and got off at 23^rd Street. I’m not doing too bad on time she thought as she walked up the stairs onto the street. Marcela regretted having not brought her sunglasses as the sun greeted her eyes on her walk over to Lexington. Marcela walked up and into her business policy class at Baruch, late but I haven’t missed anything yet.