Day Nine: Cycles to Work

Day 9

by Zack Eustis

Thursday was a brisk, cloudy morning for biking. I've kept my bike locked on the non-enclosed front porch of my apartment all winter, which left the lock freezing cold, but the tires surprisingly inflated. I strapped on my helmet and decided to carry the bike down the stairs rather than ride it, which was definitely a good decision. After a warm stretch that included some rain, the melted snow has turned to ice and as I did not spring for snow tires for my bike (or car) this winter, I was sure to be cautious going over the slick white patches. The worst place for ice was at this dip in the pavement before the sidewalk merges with the street by the curb. A small crack in the ice turned quickly into a crevase, causing me to jerk the wheel to keep the bike out harm's way. Once I crossed the street I coasted down the small hill that leads to the playground in front of my school's entrance. I searched breifly for a place to park and was relieved to find a bike stand a mere stone's throw from the front door. I locked the bike up, brought my helmet inside and began my day.

My student who believes my last name to be "Useless" and I have agreed that she can just call me Zack. Math class has been much easier since then for both of us.

Daily "That's What She Said" (TWSS): (Note, this is not a that's what she said, but it needs to be shared.) Instructor to students who are holding rhythm sticks (i.e. 'babies') said: "Should we be hitting our babies? OR should we be putting them to bed?"