Bus stop

Berry Farrington of Metro Transit and the Better Bus Stop Engagement Context “The bus stop is the front porch of the Metro Transit system,” said Berry Farrington, senior planner at Metro Transit and the Better Bus Stops (BBS) project manager. It is certainly where many Minnesotans start their daily travels. Given the role of the bus stop, Metro Transit believes it is necessary to make these places “safe, secure, and comfortable” for their riders. The BBS engagement process began in March 2016 in

and freezing cold. I walked a half mile to the bus stop in fierce and bitter wind. Then, I stood waiting for 20 minutes for the bus to come. It was not fun. Furthermore, the bus stop had no place to sit or shelter from the wind. I managed to find a rock to sit on but the wind was so bitter, it forced me to seek coverage behind a sign shielding me from the elements. It seemed as if I stood there forever waiting for that bus. Getting onto the bus was welcome and warm relief. As I travelled to

exactly know where I’m to go. But I know I wanna go far. I don’t know how to take a bus, or where it would even take me, but luckily enough a bus makes it to the bus stop on the top of the hill just as I arrive. I jump onto it and it takes me a few awkward moments to get the change out to pay, but it’s not like anyone was on the bus in a rush anywhere, so it didn’t really matter. Surprisingly enough, the bus driver wasn’t so bad. I thought he’d ask questions but then again, he must see this kinda

My legs are growing weak and my body feels like a weight. I have been walking for hours now and have not taken any time to stop and rest. The thought of me getting back to the highway, back to civilization, is the only thing that keeps me going on this long journey. Every step I took through that river against that huge current took a huge tole on me. I can’t wait to see the faces that I have left behind on my journey. Just the thought of seeing them again gives me the strength to keep moving and

down to the man of the family, Martin. I have shoved $100 into my boots for my funeral costs. I check to make sure I have all of my stuff and I set out to the nearest bus station. It was a long, Grueling, Two day bus ride to Iowa. But it was all worth it in the end. Stops I get out and I wander around. A police officer puts me on a bus to where he believes my family is. I walk in the middle of the road of a long street. Kids are yelling and dogs are barking as I make my way up the road. Then out of

Although there is no actual risk to the Sioux Falls headquarters from the bus terminal itself, a bus stop is to be found a few yards from the headquarters. For the reason that the bus stop is very near the office, the likely risk of a bus collision is there, as also the hazard of a bomb exploding and/or terrorism. To lessen the dangers, a recommendation that every office window be installed with security

solidify the hectic attributes of the LAX, which contradicts the supposed “Promised Land.” Iyer describes how the second thing that the travelers see is that “[i]n front of them is a Van Stop, a Bus Stop, a Courtesy Tram Stop, and a Shuttle Bus Stop…” (101). The repetition of “stop” is utilized to show that all of these “stops” are bombarding their way through towards the travelers- just as if everything is going out of control. The scenery that Iyer is depicting is about a hectic airport, not about a “Promised

pointy ears didn’t change how I was thought about.  If I wanted to, the cool kids would let me play with them.  But, in middle school it all changed.  Kids found other friends and left me behind in the dust with my old clothes. “Hurry up kiddo, the bus will be here in three minutes,” Mom said. “What ever,” I mumbled.  I

that were left unanswered. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. My bus would be coming at 8:12 so I had to go. Putting on my shoes, I said goodbye to my mom and left for the bus stop. I saw other students leaving their houses to get to the bus stop. I wondered whether any of them would be in my grade. Since I moved into my new house, I hadn’t met any of my neighbors. Perhaps one of them would be my friend by the end of the day. When the bus came, I quickly got on. I looked at the students getting onto

Essay #1 Have you ever felt like life is difficult? Or not to your expectations? Chances are that we all have to deal with some difficult situations at times. When I was in Middle School I struggled to fit in with my classmates. I have always been quiet and just listened to their conversations. They always had so much to talk about and plans to see movies and other plans such as going to parties and other social gatherings. But I was never included or invited. I remember one day I came home and