On Boston’s Doorstep

we don’t have a bar scene within walking or short driving distance. well i guess theres boston, but my god, is it hard to navigate this city. last call at 2am? are you for real? then when you end up taking a bus or the T home, you wind up at the invigorating Wellesley college, or woodland hills, yet another car ride away from home.

why isn’t there a bus (a large bus) that Babson offers that goes directly into boston, drops us off somewhere, then picks us up late night, and comes back DIRECTLY to Babson? I use the word directly, bc yes I know there is some bus that leaves here or some crap like that, but it brings your to Wellesley, then Harvard, then MIT, then dallas, then munich, then anchorage, when is it getting to boston!? not only do I now have to waste two hours of my night just getting there, but i’ve sobered up bc I drank all of my road soda, and its making it that much harder to deal with these Harvard pricks who think they’re all godsends. id rather strap a Styrofoam helmet on, be loaded into a howitzer, cross my fingers, and hope that I land in front of a bar that isn’t going to take away my 6th fake ID in the past month.

~sero

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