"Perhaps the driver, in a protest against learning, took all the money in his wallet and drove that little shuttle to Mexico. Or perhaps he got caught up in a truck stop south of Pittsburgh."

As I awaken on a Monday morning in Morrisville, I find comfort in the knowledge that I will be transported safely to class by the MSC shuttle bus. Little do I know that I will soon be cast into a sea of disappointment.

Monday is never a good day, but this day is especially dreary. Looking out my window I discover, much to my dismay, that it is raining.

After my usual Monday morning routine of dragging myself out of bed, putting a sweatshirt on and grabbing a pen, I make my way to the front of the Morrisville Commons.

It is 9:37.

The bus is supposed to come to The Commons at quarter to every hour except noon, when the driver enjoys lunch time.

On this day, others are also waiting for the bus. More and more students come until there are about 15 waiting under the canopy of the building, hoping to stay out of the cold and rain.

It is 9:44

I begin to suspect the bus is not coming when one student exclaims, "That bus isn't gonna come again," a statement which leads me to believe this has happened before. However, I have faith in the shuttle bus and choose to continue to wait.

It is 9:45.

As time passes, the students grow restless. One by one, the students who have cars decide it is worth the gas used to be on time for class. The crowd thins.

It is 9:50.

Still, my unwavering faith in the shuttle service has not been disrupted. I continue to wait with only two other students, who I have a sneaking suspicion are planning another way to get to class.

It is 9:57.

I have finally accepted the fact that the shuttle bus may not be transporting me to class today. The two students have found another ride with a friend, and I am the only person left waiting, in vain, for the shuttle bus that is not coming.

It is 10:00.

Whatever the reason, the shuttle bus decided it had better things to do on this dreary Monday than take students, eager to learn, to their classes. Perhaps the driver, in a protest against learning, took all the money in his wallet and drove that little shuttle to Mexico.

Or perhaps he got caught up in a truck stop south of Pittsburgh.

It is 10:08