High School Probs: the agony of the school bus.

Every day, for twelve consecutive years, I have been riding the school bus. As a habitual bus rider, there are a few rules you must stand, and live by until the end of your high school career. The rules include, but are not limited to: 1. Always be ready 15 minutes before the expected pick up time (some days the bus driver likes to test you), 2. Stay on your bus driver’s good side because if you are running late one day, she might “accidently” miss you and drive past your house -_-, 3. Be prepared for the drastic temperature change on the bus; yes, it might be arctic temperatures outside, but once you enter the bus it’s Death Valley up in there (every time some kid yells, “Turn the heat on Bev.” I start to cry inside), and 4. The most important rule of them all: The so-called “Cool kids” sit in the back of the bus. Beware of the Back of the bus: I repeat, Beware of the back of the bus.

But in all seriousness, riding the bus is a hassle. I have to wake up at 5:30 a.m. (or earlier, depends if I did my homework the night before) every morning, go outside and wait for a bus that never comes at a precise time, and then deal with teenagers that think it is funny to throw paper balls at your head while you are trying to cram-study for a psychology test.

After all these years of riding the bus, I hope I finally pass my road test December 8th. I failed miserably on my first one because apparently I was in a “near accident.” Sorry, I was just so excited to drive and thinking of not riding the bus anymore made me anxious. However, my apology didn’t cut it and I failed five minutes into the test.

In 2015, I finally get to graduate. This means one thing; I do not have to catch the bus anymore to get a ride to school! Which brings me to my next issue: College. 0_0