Mean Bus Driver...

Sometimes a route will open up during the middle of the year. This is not common, but it does happen. Most drivers I work with do NOT like to change routes in the middle of the year. For this reason, a route with considerably more hours than my own reached me in the seniority list... I said yes.

With that one little word "yes" it was suddenly my last day with "my kids", the kids I've loved for the past 4 years, the kids who have come to love me. I was a bit sad... ok, a lot sad.

The next morning, I jumped on a new bus and set out on a new journey.

Two days later, two days of yelling "HEY, sit down" and yelling "sit down" and have I mentioned yelling "sit down"... two days later, a group of kids has formed around my seat.

Little girl... Are you our bus driver for the rest of the year?
Me... yup
Little girl... Are you nice?
Me... nope
Little girl... dang

He's looking at me...

Driving a ton of little kids means dealing with little kid nuances. For three days in a row, I dealt with "Miss Tee, he's looking at me" "well she's looking at me". For three entire days I suffered through this nonsense. On the fourth day, first thing in the morning I hear it again...

"Miss Tee, he's looking at me"

I say "both of you need to look out the window".

Silence... finally. I was pretty proud of myself! On the way home, they start back up and I tell them to look out the window. This time it works for about 15 minutes... ay ay ay. In a moment of brillance, I say "well, stick your tongue out at him". An 11 year old girl is sitting behind me and says "um Miss Tee, I don't think you're supposed to encourage that". I say "yeah, probably not, but when he looks at her and she sticks out her tongue, he'll say 'she's sticking her tongue out at me' to which I'll reply 'well quit looking at her' " problem solved...