This weekend my roommates and I decided it would be a good idea to Iowa City. So Friday at around five we were all packed up and took off on the road. The weather was dreary but we decided it was manageable weather to drive in. About an hour into our trip the rain began, and after about ten minutes it was coming down at a steady rate. We kept driving for a few more miles, when the traffic slowed down to a halt. We slowly drove mile by mile, until we decided to take a little break and stopped off at McDonalds. We walked in and were met by customers dressed in Hawkeye apparel. We got some shrewd looks, wearing our Cyclone apparel. We got back on road, just to get caught back up into traffic. Maybe if all the college students heading to Iowa City could learn how to drive in the rain the traffic jams wouldn’t occur. I think we saw about four accidents on our way. We finally arrived in Iowa City three hours later.
The next day we woke up at the crack of dawn, at six in the morning, to go tailgating. I don’t understand why we had to wake up that early for a game at noon. As we walked toward the stadium we were getting random outburst from the Hawkeye fans. They were shouting absurd statements such as, “Cyclones suck”, and “This is a Hawkeye State.” It got old getting shouted at for six hours while we tailgated, but that was nothing compared to the fans in the game. I have never been yelled at by so many people in one place. I don’t understand why yelling at one innocent fan is going to affect the outcome of the game. The Hawkeye fans went as far as to spit on me at the game. After that I decided it was time to leave the game and went back to the apartment we were staying at. After a long day I decided it was time to hit the sack.
The next day we woke up early once again to head back to Ames. We walked a few blocks to the car and unloaded our stuff into the trunk. As we piled into the car, the driver tried to turn the ignition. The car wouldn’t start and there were no repair shops open on a Sunday, so we were stranding in Iowa City for one more day. Luckily I had brought my backpack and was able to finish all my homework. The next day the car was towed to the repair shop. After several hours it was done and we were finally on our way home. By the time we left it was already six o’clock and all of us had missed our classes. We finally arrived home around eight o’clock that night.
The next day we woke up at the crack of dawn, at six in the morning, to go tailgating. I don’t understand why we had to wake up that early for a game at noon. As we walked toward the stadium we were getting random outburst from the Hawkeye fans. They were shouting absurd statements such as, “Cyclones suck”, and “This is a Hawkeye State.” It got old getting shouted at for six hours while we tailgated, but that was nothing compared to the fans in the game. I have never been yelled at by so many people in one place. I don’t understand why yelling at one innocent fan is going to affect the outcome of the game. The Hawkeye fans went as far as to spit on me at the game. After that I decided it was time to leave the game and went back to the apartment we were staying at. After a long day I decided it was time to hit the sack.
The next day we woke up early once again to head back to Ames. We walked a few blocks to the car and unloaded our stuff into the trunk. As we piled into the car, the driver tried to turn the ignition. The car wouldn’t start and there were no repair shops open on a Sunday, so we were stranding in Iowa City for one more day. Luckily I had brought my backpack and was able to finish all my homework. The next day the car was towed to the repair shop. After several hours it was done and we were finally on our way home. By the time we left it was already six o’clock and all of us had missed our classes. We finally arrived home around eight o’clock that night.
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