Jack remembered this story Drew had told about the grandpa who had fixed the bike up only to not be able to ride it after some accident. There was a surgery or something if he could recall.

Jack thought about this while walking to ISS class. Integrative Social Sciences. It was an interesting enough class but he didn't like how large it was. 300 kids packed into a lecture hall. Well used to be 300. Now only about 180 showed up. Still... he felt cheated by the fact the he was shelling all this money out for an education only to receive a broadcast. What could you learn from a perrson at a podium talking to over 100 people?

He was late on this day. He was becoming more late each passing week. He didn't bike either. Unlike Drew he wouldn't bike if he was going to be late to close the gap in time. Instead he would still walk and maybe even walk more slowly since it was a given he wouldn't arrive on time. He had bought a bus pass at the beginning of the semester but he had used it only twice. Next year he was planning to not buy the pass. The routes and schedules they were too much of a hassle to learn about. When he had gone into the office to buy the pass from a brown woman in her early 50s, she had told Jack that it was relatively new for these bus passes to cost money. They had once been given to students free of charge.

Jack thought that would've been neat. But beyond that he didn't think of it much at all. It was only now, middle of semester the bus pass burning a hole in his wallet that he thought of it more. If the pass had been free then maybe he would've spent the energy to learn the routes and schedules and actually take the bus. He wasn't like Drew in that regard. Drew was good about learning the facts of things and coordinating himself with them.

Jack walked slow as he approached the lecture hall.