My younger son never rode a school bus until the sixth grade. He went to elementary school at a time where I could drive him since he had to be there at 7:40 and I went to work at 8:00. He stayed in the after school program until I got off. His fifth grade year, we had a horrible hurricane that destroyed his school and he had to go double sessions with another elementary school. He had school from 12:15 to 5:15. My mother had retired by then so I dropped him at her house and she got him to school. AFTER going to either Pizza Hut or Taco Bell most days (yep, she ruined him).
So, here comes middle school. Man, the kid was not happy about not hanginig with the grandma anymore, but he had to soldier on. Since middle school started at 9:00. he had to ride the bus.
His first day home, he told me he’d had his most embarrassing moment in his life. Concerned, I asked what happened. He was ashamed that an eighth grader had sat by him and asked him to put the window down. He had to confess that he didn’t know how. The eighth grader sighed deeply, reached over my kid’s head and jerked the window down.
I told the boy if that was the worst thing that ever happened to him, he was one lucky duck. He didn’t appreciate it. Imagine that.
If only that is the worst problem he ever had…God bless him! I know how dramatic/traumatic middle school episodes can seem…looking back…sigh!
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Amen. I hope he’s only got this one to look back on. He was supposed to start college yesterday but it’s closed for tropical storm.
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Yeah, he got off pretty easy on that bus trip. I rode busses very little, but I’ve seen lots of movies, so I have a pretty good idea of what happens. HA
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Yeah. He did. I rode bus forever. He was lucky only to ride for a bit.
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and I’m glad he can have a memory which is not associated with trauma. A bit of uneasiness or slight embarrassment (over not knowing how the windows work) is a modest price to pay for becoming a bus veteran.
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True, true.
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I want to go back to an age where that was my biggest problem.
Okay, so maybe I don’t want to go back THAT far….
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Yeah. It’s a tough choice, isn’t it? Some things, yeah, I’d go back to, others, not so much. Lol
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Sometimes I yearn for those younger years when I had very little pain, relatively little stress, an amazing lack of actual responsibility, and a lot more strength & vigor.
However, I could not tolerate all the drama and cliques and other social pressures again. Not to mention the entire DATING arena.
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LOL! You’re right Jeff – on all levels!
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