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Day something or other. Hey! It’s Friday!

Fridays make me happy. 😀
Especially when we had Monday off. Of course, that just means my paycheck is gonna suck next week.

I so need a 3rd job so I can bring in more money. 2nd job sucks too. Well, I like doing it but it DOES NOT pay enough.

So the boss man said I had to leave earlier in the morning because I was getting to the JH too late. So I started leaving 6 minutes earlier and now I get there so early I get to be a shuttle bus, and take all the 8th graders over to the high school. Which means I’m hanging around for like 20 minutes with a bunch of 14 year olds.

I, like, SO turn into a 14 year old when I’m hanging out with them for 20 minutes. Gah!

Well hell, it keeps me young.

Not much happening. Unless I start telling you about Michael (a 2nd grader) spitting on other kids, or Blayne throwing a paper plane, or a jacket that went flying out the window at 55MPH.

Now THAT was a tiny bit scary, cuz when I saw those two sleeves of the nylon jacket hanging out the window right behind me, I thought it was a kid falling out of my window. Gad!

Very quickly I realized it was a jacket but my heart was pounding like crazy. Then it goes all the way out the window and gets hung up on my stop sign, and I,m thinking …

Holy crap! Where can I pull over to get that jacket off my stop sign?

But…it falls off by itself and I just kept going. The dump truck behind me was probably thinking Aw geez that crazy bus driver is losing a student out the window. Oh no. Just a jacket. Wait she’s not going to stop and get it? Nope? Well then, neither am I.

I am hoping for a nice quiet afternoon.

Pray for me please.

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Diary of a school bus driver Day 4 … sort of…:-)

Technically today is Day 5 but I was super busy yesterday, between runs and didn’t have time to write. Yesterday was Friday, and I had about 3 write ups to do in the morning. I have three 6th grade boys who are making my life miserable on the bus.

Now I know that in the scheme of things, talking too loudly is really a small thing compared to the school buses in the city. They are dealing with some REALLY bad stuff, like fighting everyday, knives, drugs, guns. But I don’t live in the city and I like it that way. I live in the country and the stuff I generally have to deal with is kids being really loud and obnoxious. So I wrote up these 3 boys. Two are twins, really cute kids, but wild. And the other lives down the street from the first two. Talked to their parents at the bus stops on the way to school in the morning. Hopefully ruined their weekends, (not kidding, I really do hope I ruined their weekends) *evil grin*. They ruin my everyday.

I also had to drive my two eldest sons to their jobs. One works 13 miles from home in one direction and the other works 9 miles in the opposite direction, and “The Beast” (my Dodge Ram van) only gets about 12 miles to the gallon. ugh. But you do what you have to do, especially for family.
One of the teachers, who puts my little kids on the bus (k-2) puts the last kid on, then looks at me and screams;
IT”S FRIDAY! WOOOOO!”
and I was like …
Wow! You’re a WOO Girl! I love that! Have a great weekend. 🙂

Now…I’m constantly trying to keep the kids from screaming on the bus and this teacher is screaming at me while she’s putting kids ON my bus.

Ironic huh?

Saturday morning and I woke up to daylight. I always have this feeling that I’ve overslept for work because I’m usually up and running long before the sun is.

Today? No driving if I can help it.
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Diary of a school bus driver Day 3

Ok so last night I’m driving up the main road in our area, on the way to drop off my K-4 students. This road is 55mph so I’m going 60.(just kidding) Remember, it takes 12 minutes to get to my first drop. It’s about 75F outside,  so every window on the bus is open. I hear a ruckus, and look up into my rear view mirror which allows me to see everything that’s going on. There is a maelstrom of papers flying around the inside of the bus. Kids are diving under their seats grabbing papers and trying to bundle them together. Those who are not diving for paper are hanging out in the aisle, watching the show. The kids who sit by the window are laying on top of their seatmates also trying to see.
One of the 4th graders in the back is trying to get everyone to pass the papers to him. They’re obviously his. One kid acts as if he’s going to throw the papers back to him and D is frantically shaking his head. He sees me watching in the mirror. Some of the boys are snatching handfuls of what is now a WAD of papers, ripping chunks off and throwing them around like confetti. Finally the papers gets to the back of the bus and D puts them in his backpack. Now while this had all been going on I’ve been trying to find a safe place to pull over so that I can get control of the situation. When I see my spot, I turn my blinker on, and pull into the gravel lot bouncing through the pot holes.

One little kindergartner says “Why are we stopping? Are we getting gas?”

I stand up and he looks at me in all seriousness and say ” I do not see a gas pump Miss M”.

I just shake my head and work my way to the back of the bus and ask D “what is going on???”

D – “I was trying to do my homework”

me – “with all the windows open?”

D – just shrugs

So I commence with the “never do homework on the bus because you will lose all your papers out the window, and you are not supposed to have your pencils out on the bus because you’re going to get stabbed in the eye.”
I also tell them that they are grounded from talking ( btw…I GROUND my kids, so while I’m giving them heck they kind of think this is funny to be grounded by their bus driver) and tell them to stay behind the barrier ( their seats) and if I so much as see a head, shoulder, knee, leg, hand or backpack I am going to write them up. I really do hate being so mean, but that was out of HAND!

Whew. That made me tired. Now I still have to drive them all home, but I’ll tell you, it was the quietest day so far. It was very peaceful. Maybe I should holler more often.

Nah.

Diary of a school bus driver day 1 part 2…the pm route.

Everything started out ok. Didn’t get a chance to workout before going to work but I DID get to take a shower. This made me happy.
So… we pick up the JH kids. That’s grade 5-7. Then we head over to the HS to pick up the 8th graders. (We don’t transport HS students. Levy issues.)
There were a few kids who I had written up or at least started the write-up process and I talked to them about it, and sent them to their seats.
If I don’t make them stay in their seats there’s always someone pounding on someone else (usually playing, nothing serious, but still…) and I can’t get to them, to make them quit, because there are kids milling around on the bus. Oh! They’re milling because we have to wait at the HS for about 10 minutes. *sigh*
So anyway, we’re getting ready to pull away. The principals and teachers are talking to each other on their radios making sure the coast is clear. The answer is apparently yes, because the buses start their engines and start pulling away. Just as I’m about to start my engine Jonah walks up and gets on my bus.
I’m like… Aaah! Sheesh Jonah. I almost left w/o you.
And he’s like… I would have just run after you.
OMG. Are you serious? NO RUNNING AFTER THE BUS! I do not want to run over a student. Again with the sheesh!
Let’s put this in perspective. We are lined up in 2 rows in the circle in front of the HS. I’m in the left row which is farthest from the school. In a blind spot so to speak. Which means the teachers couldn’t see him because he was walking between the buses.
Ok, so now we’re driving. It takes me 10 minutes to get to my first drop. The kids are being deceptively well behaved. I get to that stop and drop her off. Go down the block to drop Jonah (8th gr) and his little brother (6th gr) at their stop. They cross to the left, then I turn to the right. I start my turn and I see Jonah’s little brother walk over to the telephone pole. I’d seen Jonah doing this before but could never see what he was doing. But I could gander a guess. Little brother is humping the telephone pole. I can see him in my mirror. I’m like…wha? I look to see how the other kids are reacting because normally this would have started a ruckus. But there’s little to no reaction at all.
*now I’m confused because this is REALLY unusual*
Just some quiet smiles. I try not to let them see my grin, because although I know this is inappropriate behavior it’s still kinda funny. If they see me smile my authority is shot.
Sooo…I just keep on driving. Go on to my next stop. And the next and the next.

Would you have smiled? How would you have reacted? Would you call their mom and tell her about said humping? I mean my bus has pulled away from the scene. Technically it’s no longer my business.