Riding the 38 means that I spend at least 30 minutes of my commute surrounded by hormone-filled high school students. Most of these kids spend their morning commutes with iPods on, rapidly texting, and gossiping with friends, there are the rare few who actually spend their bus ride with a book in hand. Albeit, most of these books seem to be assigned reading, but at least they are reading, right?
The other morning I noticed two students sitting across from one another, both intently reading their books. One with Salinger’s, Catcher in the Rye and the other with Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song. Salinger v. Sparks…I can only imagine what the authors would duel about.