Whose fault is it?

Good morning to all of you, today I would like to share with you an experience lived by me on January 27, 2018, which has left me with many unknowns about the understanding of some people.

Photo taken by bus from my town

It all started at dawn on January 25, 2018, after a long night of insomnia in which I kept thinking about the evaluation I had and if I was really prepared for it. The hours pass while I study in the computer and I entertain listening to some music, my time of entry was at 8:00 am and it was barely 5:00 am (I had a lot of time to take to review).

I thought about going to classes at that time and studying there but I go out to see the sun and even everything was completely dark I said to myself:

-If I leave at this time, they will actually steal me!

I go to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and I notice that my face is completely exhausted so I decide to put my alarm clock and rest and be about 30 minutes to recover some energy.

Awake, I look at my watch and it marks 6:20 am so I go out to take a quick bath and prepare my breakfast because I have to be at 7:20 a.m. at the nearest bus stop, which is a little over one kilometer away (it takes me 15 minutes to get there).

I finish to put on my uniform, eat and it's already 7:00 am so I took my backpack, my guide and left quickly to take the bus. I arrive and observe that there was absolutely no one at the stop so I am left thinking because there are usually people at that time in that place waiting for the same bus that is not a bus that there are many in the city (Two or three) and always if I do not catch one another, it arrives a little later and makes it arrive at 8:00 am on the dot to classes.

The bus takes approximately 15 minutes (maximum) to get to the corner of the university. It's 7:35 am and there were still no traces of the bus anywhere, (I take the time to read the guide I had copied).

Until 7:42 am and one of them approaches with some people but not full, I get up from the seat I stop and I begin to make signs so that it stops. Even I scream a resounding:

-"¡HEEEEEEEEEY!"

When I notice that the driver sees me I remain calm and I wait for him to stop, but I had the feeling that something was not right at all since the driver sees me from his windshield with a very heavy look, up and down and continues long. Seeing that he leaves, I say to myself: "What am I going to do?" "Could it be that the other bus will pass?" And indeed it was, I beckon to him, he stops and people there go down, while from the windshield he makes a sign to me with his hand open as if he were waiting for me to go down, I wait and when the last passenger gets off he starts in a very violent way leaving me amazed without understanding what happened if he had put me on that bus.

I look back and see another bus coming with a similar route to the one I follow, stops to leave passengers and I ride so there are people trying to go down doing their best not to be late for my evaluation. This continues and surpasses the bus I was looking for so I decided to stay at a more distant stop so I could grab it, at the stop there were other people waiting for the bus so it stops to load and I take the opportunity to ride with some of my friends. classmates and discuss how they had prepared for the evaluation.

When they see my clock they are at 8:10 am, we arrive at the university stop and we all run to the classroom but it was closed, we played and felt that they were dictating things related to the test and the teacher opens us and we He says:

-They are too late, they are reproved and I will not let them in

I try to explain to the professor what happened, but he ignores it and slammed the door in my face. Disappointed of me, I go to the stop and is also alone, spend 40 minutes, the three buses and none of them stops. I begin to believe that the culprit is me, that they confused me with someone who did not pay for their passage or something like that. Annoyed to waste my time and wanting to go home to recover that night of sleep, I can think of an idea, stop a taxi and ashamed I would ask if I would be willing to change food in exchange for a career, he asks me where I am going and what would he offer?

I said, "I have a kilo of rice" so that you can do me the great favor of taking me home.

He accepts and on the way I tell him everything that happened that morning, he looks at me and says:

-Do you know why the buses do not want to stop to see you? - The taxi driver told me
-Why? - I answered everything confused
-That's why you charge over (the uniform of the university) that's why they do not want to stop, because when they see your uniform they know that you are a student and that you are not going to pay for the entire ticket, so these people prefer to ride they are worth the payment they are given and not the student's which is a little less expensive-

I was beginning to understand everything ... I came to my house sleeping to think and from there arose each and every one of my unknowns:

Does a student have no right to transportation? Does being a student take away your merit as a person? A person who has the vision of being a professional can not ride public transport? Is a person worth more for what he gives monetarily than for the effort he makes? Is it necessary to negotiate work with food? Is the situation in the country because of the students? And if it's not that way…

WHOSE FAULT IS IT?

For me it is an honor that you have taken your time to get here, so I thank you for the attention provided.

                                                                     -Fernando Lapenta