First Time on the School Bus

The seats are surprisingly comfy!

Everyday, Lexa picks me up to go to school and then at the end of the day, after fourth block, she takes me home again. The second week of the schoolyear, Lexa's teacher announced that she and her other classmates had to go to the Missouri State University every Wednesday, Thursday and Friday to take their classes there. MSU is on the otherside of town and she wouldn't be able to take me home. So on those days: the schoolbus it is!

On Wednesday I immediately went to the main entrance and walked out of the door. I didn't want to be late so I walked as fast as possible but at the same time, I was trying not to look like an idiot.

All the busses were already lined up so I started looking for the bus that I had to be on, #38-10. And it was not there. So here we go again: asking someone else. If you only knew how many people I have had to ask for help these past days. Actually I was not sure if it was past or passed, so I had to ask that to someone too...

Sunny weather and
a beautiful view

The girl told me the bus was always ten minutes later than all the other ones. Here I was standing in the burning sun waiting for the bus to come (and that rhymes). It was not too long and I got on, telling the bus driver I was new and I gave her my address.

I was having a headache already from getting very little sleep and wearing nerd glasses all day (remember, nerd day?) so a long bus ride was not really something I was looking forward to. But hey, first time on the school bus is definitely an experience!

It was not exactly what I had expected. No fighting over the backseats, no trash, no food spills and so on. Most important: no extremely annoying children except for one girl who seemed to think that everybody needed to know about her problems!

The bus ride seemed to take forever. Everybody was getting off and it was just me and three other students still waiting for our stops.

After another half hour it was just me.

The bus driving away
after dropping me off

And then the bus driver asked me: ‘Where do you live?’. So I gave her the address again and she said: ‘No, I mean how do we get there?’ Well, I didn’t know! This was only my second week here, mind you. Plus I never paid any attention to where we were going as people who drove me knew where to go!

So we pretty much just drove all through Battlefield, where I do not live so I have my questions there but then finally after two whole hours of trying to get home we were finally there.

Luckily, now that the driver knows where I live I get dropped off as one of the first students and it only takes thirty minutes!

Much love,

Naomi