“I am SO sorry,” was the response I got every time I told someone that I lived on Newton campus. And every time this happened, I would look back at the person with a confused look on my face. Newton Campus was the best. I loved everything about it, from the personalized food at Stuart Dining Hall to having a tight-knit community two miles away from Main Campus. However, nothing is perfect, and there are three main reasons why the Newton bus is the armpit of living on Newton Campus.
1) THE BUS DRIVERS.
I’m not saying that all the bus drivers are jerks, but there were a couple that gave the rest of them a bad reputation. There was the bus driver who always pulled away when you were running towards it. He always crushed the little voice in your head that said, “Oh my gosh, you’re actually going to make it!” No matter how close you were to the bus, this guy didn’t step on the breaks, and he drove right over your hopes. And then there were the bus drivers who took random 30-minute breaks at Stuart dining hall, not even the bus stop for Stuart, but the parking lot. When the weather was nice, it wasn’t a big deal, but when it was 30 degrees outside, it made all the difference. I know driving the same route a billion times, every single day isn’t the most exciting thing ever, but come on guys. Why can’t you take a break at the bus stop?
2) SARDINES IN A BUS.
Have a 9 a.m. class on main campus? Unless you’re extremely lucky, you’re not going to have a seat. You’re going to be crushed against the back doors of the bus and someone will probably grope you. In fact, the lack of seats forced my roommates to hitchhike with Newton work commuters to their Calculus midterm last year. It also made me cry a little when I witnessed a guy give up his seat on the Newton bus. Yes, it was that big of a deal.
3) THE 2 a.m. BUS RIDE IS THE EPITOME OF DISGUSTING.
Sure, singing “Sweet Caroline," “Brown Eyed Girl” and “Don’t Stop Believin',” and chanting “U.S.A!” with everyone on the bus is a lot of fun, but you know what’s not fun? Seeing projectile vomit, tripping over endless cans of Natty Light, and half-naked people falling all over you.
As a person who is no longer a victim of the Newton bus, watching the residents of Newton load onto the bus breaks my heart. And as much as I hated hearing it, I can’t help but want to say, “I am SO sorry.”