To be honest, I'm starting to forget a lot of it already. I worked really hard and was involved in a lot of campus politics (angry minority, Present!) so I was always really busy. I actually ended up taking a couple of years off and working retail before I went back downstate to finish my degree. For a while there I had to commute back and forth between Chicago and Urbana (it's only about 2.5 hours) to attend meetings and tie up loose ends. ANYWAY, the story:
I was driving a 1993 Buick Skylark with like 90,000 miles on it, no A/C, no tape player, and a gas tank that did not have a warning light when it was low...so you can picture what happened next! Yup, I ran out of gas on I-57 in the middle of nowhere. I did not have a cell phone yet and I had my little brother with me along for company (he was in high school, so not that little). So I pull over and he's trying to convince me to start walking to the next town and possibly hitch-hike (ah, teenage boys and their bravery) when this huge, really shiny semi* pulls over and the driver offers me a ride to the nearest gas station.
I want to send some love to Alyce at Mrs. Bartel's School Family for jogging my memory about accepting a ride from a stranger! I really had repressed this memory, and I never told my parents! Shhhhhh....
So, what's your hitch-hiking adventure? Please share with me!