Elementary School- Riding the school bus was great fun. When I was in Kindergarten, I love it. I rode with my four older siblings. I am told that some older kid (bully on the bus) started picking on me and my oldest sister decided enough was enough. She beat the boy up. We had the same bus driver, Shirley. She drove all six years of elementary school. I can even tell you the bus number and the color assign to my route. 535 - black bus. Waiting for the bus in the morning, cold days bundled up, rainy days hundled under an umbrella or the car if moved to the end of the driveway, running to catch the bus before it drove away, the games you created while waiting, when the bus driver showed up super late because it was a sub, etc.. Those were the days of hot rides home, trying to get those stupid windows open, trading garbage pail kids, etc...
Middle School- The joy of riding the bus ended quickly in 6th grade. For some reason, I began another picked on person, for the first two years. Also, I lived closest to the school on the route and was the last one picked up and dropped off. Our bus route had lots of people, as I was the last one to get on the bus, there were never seats left. Almost always was the third person in the seat. Oh, the looks you get when you ask to seat down and squish. (I have had some therapy!)
In the 8th grade, I promised myself, I would never, never, ever ride the bus again for any reason. In high school, my brother (two years older) was able to drive and that solved that problem. I rode with him to early morning seminary, school, and home. There were some scary days of when he was sick and finding other options, but never the bus. I have never rode a bus since.
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Garbage Pail Kids!!! I hated the bus from the get-go. Sorry to use such strong language, but it was awful. The kids were mean, the bus driver was meaner. Try being the last one picked up and carrying a trombone...double evil looks. Oh, I HAVEN'T had therapy, maybe....
Poor Olivia may never ride the bus except for a field trip. I'm saving her really.
When Jake was in 3rd grade, the boys rode the bus. They had a great time until one day a 5th grader was being really mean to another kid and Jake told him to knock it off. The kid told Jake to mind his own business and shared a mouth load of spit...all over his face. I will never forget the look on Jake's face when he got off the bus that day! I had a good laugh and then quickly sterilized him. I was really proud of him. The bully did get kicked off the bus.
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