Sunday, May 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Thoughts from a school bus driver
In My Eyes
As A school bus driver, I sometimes get rewards I’m the very first one to say hello to that new little K student. As they wait at the bus stop so excited ready to take on this new adventure. There legs barely able to reach that first step on the bus. some of them to scared to even speak. That soon changes, when they reach third and fourth grades It’s hard to keep them quiet!
AS they reach fifth and sixth grades they for some unknown reason are under the assumption that there bus driver has suddenly become deaf, dumb and blind, not realizing of course that I to believe it or not was once a child and probably have been there done that.
But with seventh grade they start to mellow and occasionally you have to remind them that Please and Thank you will take them further in life. Then comes those eight graders and I swear that all of them are in training to become trial lawyers because by now they’ve developed that knack of arguing. And they do it very well.
But some where along in the last few weeks of school you see that a transformation has taken place and we start to notice that they are maturing you see a side of them that you hadn’t noticed before and realize there becoming young adults, and now graduating from eighth grade,you wonder just when it happened and where the years have gone.
Next year they’ll be Freshman in high school and these next four years will go by so fast. There graduating before you know it. You’ve been there with them all the way through school. There your children, it hasn’t always been easy, but as there school bus driver your proud to have been a small part of there school years.
Karen L. Reed © 2003Driver for 35 years
JUST DRIVERS
The label "just drivers" is given to us by people who’ve probably never even driven a bus. Just let them try to fill our shoes And do it without singing the blues. Do they know what it’s all about, To have to watch the road, and the mirrors, while forty or more kids shout? Could they catch the spit ball thrower, or the hitter While still remembering who goes to what sitter? Is this the night Mary goes to the McArthys, or the Philbricks? Oh, oh keep and eye on Tommy; he’s up to his old tricks. Darn, he just reached around and punched Eddie Stout. Watch out, that car looks like it’s coming out! "Sit down, you know when the bus is moving you don’t stand up" "I said sit down or I’ll write you up." "Eddie and Bill stop swinging your backpacks." God where’s the plow? Guess I’ll have to make my own tracks. Jeepers lady didn’t you see my lights flashing red? Two seconds sooner and that kid would be dead. "Don’t cry, Honey, we’ll get to school before you get worse, And I’ll radio for them to send out the nurse." "Here use this bag if you’re going to get sick." "A couple more stops and we’ll be there real quick." "Don’t worry about the mess, Honey, I’ll take care or it." "Just go inside to the nurses’ office and sit." "Just drivers," that would be fantastic. Concentrate on nothing but the road, never mind that kid’s sick. Let them kick and punch each other out. Let them scream and shout. If we only watch the road and bus gauges, How soon would all the parents be in rages? So, please don’t casually label us Until you’re willing and able to drive our bus.
Janet PurnellDriver for 29 years.
As A school bus driver, I sometimes get rewards I’m the very first one to say hello to that new little K student. As they wait at the bus stop so excited ready to take on this new adventure. There legs barely able to reach that first step on the bus. some of them to scared to even speak. That soon changes, when they reach third and fourth grades It’s hard to keep them quiet!
AS they reach fifth and sixth grades they for some unknown reason are under the assumption that there bus driver has suddenly become deaf, dumb and blind, not realizing of course that I to believe it or not was once a child and probably have been there done that.
But with seventh grade they start to mellow and occasionally you have to remind them that Please and Thank you will take them further in life. Then comes those eight graders and I swear that all of them are in training to become trial lawyers because by now they’ve developed that knack of arguing. And they do it very well.
But some where along in the last few weeks of school you see that a transformation has taken place and we start to notice that they are maturing you see a side of them that you hadn’t noticed before and realize there becoming young adults, and now graduating from eighth grade,you wonder just when it happened and where the years have gone.
Next year they’ll be Freshman in high school and these next four years will go by so fast. There graduating before you know it. You’ve been there with them all the way through school. There your children, it hasn’t always been easy, but as there school bus driver your proud to have been a small part of there school years.
Karen L. Reed © 2003Driver for 35 years
JUST DRIVERS
The label "just drivers" is given to us by people who’ve probably never even driven a bus. Just let them try to fill our shoes And do it without singing the blues. Do they know what it’s all about, To have to watch the road, and the mirrors, while forty or more kids shout? Could they catch the spit ball thrower, or the hitter While still remembering who goes to what sitter? Is this the night Mary goes to the McArthys, or the Philbricks? Oh, oh keep and eye on Tommy; he’s up to his old tricks. Darn, he just reached around and punched Eddie Stout. Watch out, that car looks like it’s coming out! "Sit down, you know when the bus is moving you don’t stand up" "I said sit down or I’ll write you up." "Eddie and Bill stop swinging your backpacks." God where’s the plow? Guess I’ll have to make my own tracks. Jeepers lady didn’t you see my lights flashing red? Two seconds sooner and that kid would be dead. "Don’t cry, Honey, we’ll get to school before you get worse, And I’ll radio for them to send out the nurse." "Here use this bag if you’re going to get sick." "A couple more stops and we’ll be there real quick." "Don’t worry about the mess, Honey, I’ll take care or it." "Just go inside to the nurses’ office and sit." "Just drivers," that would be fantastic. Concentrate on nothing but the road, never mind that kid’s sick. Let them kick and punch each other out. Let them scream and shout. If we only watch the road and bus gauges, How soon would all the parents be in rages? So, please don’t casually label us Until you’re willing and able to drive our bus.
Janet PurnellDriver for 29 years.
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