There I was standing on the corner of Temple Ave and South Campus Drive repeatedly pushing the button at the stoplight, as if doing so would get me across the street to the University Village any faster. I wasn’t in a hurry to get there—in fact I should have still been on campus getting work done in the library; I just wanted to come back to an empty apartment so that I can crash on top of my comfy bed. I had my heavy messenger bag filled to the brim with literature textbooks and short novels, and I just wanted to escape the beating rays of the hot sun, which didn’t help alleviate the heat trapped within my black cardigan.
I stared blankly into the green light fixed highly above the intersection that told the cars rushing by in front of me to keep going past the intersection, and I continued to do so as the big bulb of light moved into the space where it turned yellow, and then red. I quickly turned my head to my destination across the street and watched the bright red hand on the streetlight pole swiftly change in to the bright walking stick-figure that let me know that it was my turn to go. (more…)