1988-1989 Rothberg Yearbook

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The 9 Line on King George
It's 11:45 p.m. on a given evening. You have ju st drank a fe w beers at Champs and eaten dessert at
Cheesecake. You are tired and begin w alking dow n Ben Yehuda to make your w ay to the num ber 9 bus
stop. As you w a lk to th e station, you see a mob of Overseas Students ju st as intoxicatea as you. You
feel hungry and decide to go to Richie's Pizza and mooch a free piece of pizza before they close the
shop. You w alk back to the bus stop and reach into your pocket to fin d your red student bus ticket for
those 17 and under. The buses pass, but none seem to be num ber 9. M eanw hile, more Overseas
Students arrive at the bus stop. You talk w ith friends w earing an assortm ent of college sw eat shirts. At
last, the num ber 9 bus approaches and you accom pany the other students onto the bus. The driver
punches all th e red tickets and closes th e door quickly before driving like a m aniac to M ount Scopus.
You get o ff at th e dorm s and go home. It's too bad the night had to end so soon. You dream about
to m orrow night w hen you w ill take the num ber 9 again. Maybe next year Egged w ill have a bus line at
1 2:15 a.m. only for Overseas Students, w ho are the only ones w ho ride the bus. Suddenly, your alarm
goes o ff and you prepare yourself for another day of class at Goldsm ith. But, your red bus ticket is w ith
you at all tim es — ju s t in
George M ichael Horwitz