Bus Stop Blues

Okay, riding the bus in high school is not something that anyone looks forward to. Either you drove, or you had a friend pick you up. That was cool.

Well, before I had my license I, of course, rode the bus. I always hated the first couple days of school for this reason. We lived at an intersection. The school always told me to wait for the bus that came down the highway instead of the side road--wrong.

Well, two years in a row I stood on the side of the highway...the bus would come...and ZOOM...the bus would go. Leaving me there on the side of the busy highway with my school bag, looking like a complete idiot.

So I'd go tell my Mom what happened. She'd call the bus garage and yell at them, then drive me to school. When I got to school the other kids from the bus would make fun of me.

I'm surprised with all of my high school trauma that I came out reasonably sane.