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Mindfully Traveling to School

Biking to School

On a clear November morning last fall, I decided to bike and walk the 15 miles to school instead of taking my usual school bus. A Riverdale assembly speaker shared her story of walking across the United States a few years ago, and I was similarly curious to observe what was along the way that I typically ignore on my trip to school.

I left home from the Financial District, the southern tip of Manhattan, packing my bag earlier than usual after reassuring my parents that I would be safe. I had wanted to do this two years earlier, but they insisted I was too young. I biked along the Hudson River, watching the rising sun and flow of the river. A group of ducks quacked while flying into the water, and leaves fell gracefully into sheets of orange, pink, and red covering the ground. After a while, I stopped to rest on a bench. The calm breeze and beauty of the rising sun made me joyful and at ease, a change from being immersed in busy student life.

The Hudson River bike path kept changing, from wide to narrow, gravel to cement, along the highway to under a bridge, and in the trees to near the water. To the left was the Hudson River, and on the other side, a river of vehicles. Occasionally, I saw yellow school buses zip by on the highway and thought about my classmates inside.

Reaching the end of the bike path after an hour and fifty minutes, I returned the Citi bike and walked the rest of the way. I passed through a primarily Dominican neighborhood with decorations remaining from the Day of the Dead, brownstones, and churning laundromats. I observed parts of the city I had never seen before. Every block had its own personality. Some were bustling with vehicles, while others were quieter with a few parked cars. Some streets shined with fresh paint, while others had graffiti and smelled bad. Mom-and-pop stores dotted the streets, a pleasant change from the big chains I am used to. By the time I entered Fieldston Road, I was so excited to be approaching Riverdale. Large houses surrounded by fallen leaves lined the roads, and greenery filled the parks. Finally, I entered the campus gates.

It felt surreal wandering around school, just like any other day. I looked at the campus differently. Living far from school, I had considered Riverdale and my neighborhood separate worlds since at home I rarely run into someone from school. Experiencing what lay between the worlds connected them in my mind.

The journey had additional after-effects. Three hours of traveling in solitude made me feel more self-sufficient because I learned that I did not need a driver to travel to school. Afterward, I felt surprisingly energized, not tired. Perhaps the new experiences gave me vigor. Traveling fifteen miles by myself even made me mindful of my place in the universe. Finally, I will never again complain about walking from 9/10 to Lindenbaum.