During my first year driving, there was what I'll call a "semi-fight" on my bus. Actually, it wasn't really even a fight, let me paint the picture...
First, let me say that our school is a predominately white school district. If I had to venture a guess, I'd guess 85-90 percent (or more) white student population. Out of 80+ kids who regularly ride my bus, I can count on one hand the number of children that are a race other than and/or mixed with white.
During my first year driving, a middle school "instigator" is messing with a high school student. I'm driving and paying more attention to the road than the kids (it WAS my first year) so I yell "KNOCK IT OFF" and I continue driving. All of a sudden the middle school boy is in the front seat crying. I ask him what's wrong... no reply. I tell him that if he doesn't tell me what is wrong, I can't fix it. He proceeds to tell me the high school student hit him in the face. I stop the bus and try to sort this out. Through stories given by other students with the part I saw, I concur that the high school student had his head down listening to his headphones. The middle school student was "bopping" him on the head, and bopping him, and bopping him. Having had enough, the high school student said to quit as he swung his hand up to stop the kid from bopping him in the head, the middle school boy had leaned over the seat and got hit in the face.
As the driver, I choose the punishment. I chose to put the high school student in one front seat for a week and the middle school student in the other front seat for a week.
Within a day, I'm in my supervisors office... (now let me say the high school student was white and the middle school student was a mixed race). So, within a day, I'm in my supervisors office. Turns out I had a fight on my bus and it was due to race. Um no. I had one student picking at another and ended up getting hit when the other student tried to stop him. Well, the guardian of the middle school student was mad that his grandchild got beat up on the bus because he was "x" race.
To keep a long story from getting longer, it turned out that I had to write up both students and the school took over punishment.
Fast forward a couple weeks. I'm driving the middle school boys basket ball team to their game. I like watching basket ball so I go in and sit in the bleachers. I'm the bus driver, so I'm the first one there and I pick my spot. Soon enough, parents are piling in the bleachers and I have people to talk to. This gentleman is sitting next to me and we're chatting about the ability of the middle school players, you know, "this one is good at that... that one is good at this". About halfway through the last game of the first set of kids, the gentleman starts complaining about the middle school principal. I smile and nod and am sure to say nothing... I know my opinion on that matter should never be heard by parents. So after complaining about the principal, he moves on to complain about administration, and he eventually starts complaining about the bus driver of his child. It takes me all of 2 seconds to realize his kid rides MY bus. Shoot. Do I stop him? Do I politely move? What do I do? :) I let him talk...
He proceeds to tell me the above story... with tons of extras added in. It ended up being a big blow out involving the whole bus fighting and punching and kicking the "x" raced students while the driver did nothing. It sounded to be truly a big ordeal. Except, I was there, and it was not.
So he quickly moves his conversation back to the students. Within seconds, he asks me which of the 7th grade boys are mine. I say none of them. He asks which of the 8th grade boys are mine. I say none of them. He looks at me blankly for a moment then says "you're Jason's bus driver, aren't you?" I smile as I say "yup".
Talk about putting your foot in your mouth...
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