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Riding The Bus
I walk over and stand amongst the crowd of students, where I will usually recognize the faces of people who have been riding the same bus as me during the semester. Sometimes I wonder how you can spend such a cumulative amount of time so close to someone where you begin to recognize their outfits, remember the scent of cologne or perfume they wear, what seats the usually prefer to sit in, and so on as you idly go to and from campus together. But after all that time spent so close, and learning so much, when they’re no longer there riding the bus you realize you didn’t know that person at all.
Like zombies we all stood there, blankly staring forward until another bus pulls through, looking up only when one comes to sight hoping it’s the right one. As the buses came and went I heard the faint roar of thunder beginning in the distance, I love the rain. I could not wait to get off campus so I could enjoy the storm in the comfort of my house. My bus finally arrived, and eagerly I boarded knowing as soon as I got home rain was sure to start falling.
As a wave of students flooded onto the bus with me, in a frenzied scramble every seat was filling fast. This was not uncommon, and every instance I’d seen this happen I noticed the single seat facing the opposite direction in the middle is always the last to be taken. I suppose no one wants to constantly have to look at another passenger, but I’ll never be the one who has to stand. So quite often this is my place to sit on the bus facing a multitude of different passengers each time.
After sitting in the same spot so often staring at so many different people they become faceless to me as soon as I get off. But on this day, with seemingly nothing able to deter my attention...
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...feet. After sitting for so many years, she struggled with the simple task of standing up. She held onto the upper railing slowly walking towards the door. Each step she took away from me was finally perfect opportunity to say something. A simple farewell, wishes of good luck, hopes of a better day. But nothing came out. So as she left the bus a half-a-century of held back words went with her.
It took me a few stops along the route for the feeling that she was truly gone to sink in. Perhaps when I returned back to the stop on campus I would see her there next to the students, waiting for our bus to come back. But when I finally got there, after mustering enough strength to exit myself, she was nowhere to be found.
I stood there thinking for a long time. I saw all the busses come and go. Then in the distance, I saw the bus I had become so familiar with coming back.
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
Every school bus has a hierarchy, a caste system. The cool crowd the kids who smoke, come to class with hickies, and get into enough trouble to be the secret envy of the honor roll students occupies the back rows. The cheerleaders and star athletes take the middle seats. The serious students sit near the front. The nerds and the outcasts never know where they'll end up. If they're lucky, they can find an empty seat directly behind or to the right of the driver. (8)
“Riding the Bus with My Sister” by Rachel Simon is a touching, true life journey about Beth and her sister Rachel. Beth and Rachel are in there thirties at the time the book takes place. They were born eleven months apart and aside of their age difference and their personality, Beth is different from Rachel because she suffers from mental retardation. Beth has lived on her own in her subsidized apartment and enjoys riding the bus routes around Pennsylvania city. Beth asked Rachel to come stay a year with her in order to accompany her in her daily bus route routine and Rachel agreed. “Riding the Bus with My Sister” documents Rachel’s remarkable journey her and her sister spent together and her learnings from Beth. Simon presents views on how those with mental retardation should be treated and self-determination.
Mooney, Jonathan. The Short Bus: A Journey beyond Normal. New York: H. Holt, 2007. Print.
“The Short Bus: A Journey Beyond Normal” by Jonathan Mooney is the story of his journey around the U.S. in short bus nonetheless to meet with different children and their families who have faced challenges in school due to ADD, ADHD, Autism, and other learning disabilities. Jonathan Mooney himself faced the disability of Dyslexia and often had to deal with many challenges in school himself, but he appears to be one of the more fortunate ones, who was able to grow from his disability and ultimately get a degree in English. Needless to say, his book and journey lead the reader to question what really is “normal”, and how the views of this have caused the odds to be stacked against those who don’t fit the mold. Throughout, this story, for me personally however, this story gave several events that I found moving, and had the potential to influence my further work in education.
As I walked toward a bus full of strangers, using my sunglasses to shield the tears forming in my eyes, I couldn’t help but to be apprehensive of what was to become of the next twenty-three days of my life. As I trudged up the stairs of the bus leaving behind all that was known, I couldn’t help but wonder; What have I gotten myself into?
The Truth Behind the Bus There are many controversial issues concerning the bus service provided by Buena Vista University. BVU Rides, commonly known as the “Drunk Bus,” receives great reviews from the students using it at Buena Vista. However, members of the Storm Lake community are not as appreciative of this service. It is important, nonetheless, that people learn facts about BVU Rides in order to make an educated judgment. According to Behind the Arch, an essay compiled by students of Buena Vista University about the drinking issues within the university, citizens of Storm Lake feel that the “Drunk Bus” endorses drinking and drunkenness.
only be allowed to sit in the back of the bus? Could you image having
Each afternoon, Anne Quarles watches people pass by, some faces are familiar, some are new, and some pass by too quickly to tell. Rarely do they stop.
You're checking out a book at the library, picking out some produce at the grocery store, or taking a walk in the park, and some assistant, shopper, or dogwalker catches your eye. It's happened to all of us, you notice someone, and when you have the chance to spark up a conversation, you turn it down. Even if you happen to see that same person again, your worries get the best of you. It seems as if you've seen that dashing smile a million times before. It all makes sense; you almost rehearse lines of what to say in your head while approaching them, and the best you can do is wave your hand awkwardly or flash a disappointed half smile. If more people could grasp the idea of how hard it is to get a second chance, how things don't always fall into place, and sometimes it's too late to get what you wanted, these sorts of situations wouldn't be a problem for much longer.
With so many students and so many faces in each class, college professors don’t personally get to know their students. A professor wouldn’t even notice if a student didn’t attend class one day, or if that person was taking that class at all. In big classes, the professor won’t even know a students’ name by the last day of class. In high school, teachers get to know their students on a first and last name basis within at least the first couple of weeks. High School teachers know each students personality, study habits, and grades by the end of each y...
As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then
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The bus is short and only has seating for eighteen passengers. It is white on top, black on the bottom with a12 inch wide green stripe along the side of the bus and the letters K A T S, boldly displayed on the green stripe. There are 3 steep stairs to climb, to get on the bus. The day I rode it was raining and cold. The windshield wipers ticked back and forth, clearing the wind- shield of rain. There were three passengers, all of them where white; two men, one woman. The older gentleman was casually dressed. I think he was in his 60’s (I’m guessing, because he was gray headed). He sat in the third seat on the drivers’ side of the bus. Right across the aisle from him was a man, in his mid- 30’s, dressed in an olive green army surplus jacket. The woman on the bus was sitting in the front seat, behind the driver. She was wearing a pink wind breaker and was carrying a matching pink umbrella. She was approximately 50 yrs old and very thin. Wrinkles marked the corner of her eyes .I think she had a brain injury of some kind. Her eyes didn’t seem to focus on anything and she had applied her lipstick in such a way that it had smeared to one side of her mouth.
There we all stand waiting in expectation and just being. My thoughts are changing from one moment to the next. We may be standing in the classroom concentrating on the camera, but so much more is going on inside our heads. I know that we are all wondering exactly what the weather will be like outside. The stupid weather is like a child and can’t make up its mind to be good or bad. Secretly we all pray for the best and anticipating what the shouts from our section of the bleachers will sound like. Amber knows who’s going to be sitting in her section. The smart girl, Ann, thinks her family will be there and is excited to...