A glimpse into the past

Back in college I would occasionally journal in random notebooks while waiting for class to start (or end). I found this delight while cleaning. It delights me more than others I've found because I actually remember this incident. It happened as I was walking to class up Grand River from the house on Cornell, just as I was passing the bus stop across the road from Abbott.


November 6, 2002, 6:43 p.m. from Kresge Hall: I think a homeless man mocked me. I was minding my own business, walking to ISP 205 when he stopped me by a bus stop on Grand River. He asked if i had 32 cents so he could ride the bus. I told him I was sorry but I didn't have any change on me. To this he replied, "Look, it doesn't matter. You look as good as hell anyway." Confused, I thanked him quietly and walked away. I was baffled. Was he complimenting me? I somehow didn't think so. I looked a fright. My face was puffy with sleep and my hat was covering my messy poof of dirty hair. So, then was he insulting me because I didn't have change? What kind of an odd thing is that to do? "You don't carry change around. You're ugly!" Good as hell can't be very good since hell is evil. It's like he thought I owed him something.

Hilarious! Oh, college Mary, you were so delicate and overanalytical. Le sigh.