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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 18:41:24 GMT -5
if you ride one, of course.
mine is boring. you can't use your phone and i'm on for an hour so i end up staring out the window for an hour.
i'm known as the person who doesn't care.
the kids near me always argue about something, serious or not(they once argued about whether or not the elbow is included in the forearm ???) and one commented "y'know, if every on the bus was like Olivia, we wouldn't have any problems" and his little grunt friend said "yeah, they would be sleeping or reading a book"
so ok they were joking btw, although i do sleep on the bus 99% of the time
how is your bus?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 18:44:18 GMT -5
Short- only 20 mins or so. I just listen to music the whole time It's also unpopulated and quiet, but a couple of years ago it was loud and full of smelly male teens thinking they're cool by drawing nazi symbols on the wall and swearing in every sentence. Thank God they're gone
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Post by tinybreeze on Oct 12, 2016 18:48:31 GMT -5
I ride to school in my mom's car. Not very eventful, but there's this one house that has these cow decorations that they rearrange every so often.
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Post by Wicked Witch on Oct 12, 2016 19:50:17 GMT -5
super duper fun!!!
the wheels on that bus go round and round round and round !!
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Post by TheRealDarkstalker on Oct 12, 2016 19:53:19 GMT -5
I don't ride a bus. It's too much money. At our school, every kid wants to ride the bus (our bus is small) so in order to make that happen, you have to get on a list. If you get on the bus, then you have to pay $2,000 a month. No thanks.
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Post by TheRealDarkstalker on Oct 12, 2016 20:00:58 GMT -5
TheRealDarkstalker (Ptts, I think there's a typo in your status. I think it's supposed to be talk, not dark. That is if you're going for Raoul's line in All I Ask of You from Phantom of the Opera.) (ah... thanks for pointing that out.)
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Bleak
RN does not stand for Refreshments and Narcotics
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Post by Bleak on Oct 12, 2016 20:03:33 GMT -5
TheRealDarkstalker (Ptts, I think there's a typo in your status. I think it's supposed to be talk, not dark. That is if you're going for Raoul's line in All I Ask of You from Phantom of the Opera.) (ah... thanks for pointing that out.) (I'm a huge Phantom nerd, so I immediately honed in on that xD)
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 12, 2016 20:41:32 GMT -5
Less then 5 minutes. I would walk to school but it's freezing outside and I have a bad habit of being late and forgetting my jacket. Good thing I keep one in my locker.
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Post by ssquiffy on Oct 12, 2016 20:47:39 GMT -5
i used to ride this small bus to school. i was accepted into this program or something but the school that id have to attend for it was pretty dang far. the other kids on the bus were in the same boat this is how i learned that the majority of the kids accepted into this program are loud and annoying. we had an egotistical kid who would start arguements over the smallest things, the overly nice and happy kid, that kid who just has to be smarter than everyone else but was often wrong, the cool guy who was actually a big jerk (somehow won an award at our graduation because "hes such a good guy"???) and that kid who was trying really hard to be like the cool guy and failing really badly. actually, that sounds a lot like otd
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Post by lynxpelt the visionary on Oct 12, 2016 20:51:14 GMT -5
super duper fun!!! the wheels on that bus go round and round round and round !! I almost lost it omg
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 21:18:32 GMT -5
mine is magical. jk, i don't take the buss.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 21:43:35 GMT -5
I was able to stop riding the bus to school once I got to high school (THANK THE LORD) because the junior high/high school guys on my bus were.... disgusting. They were really gross and disrespectful to everyone especially girls and just made me really uncomfortable. I would just sit there fuming the whole ride, thinking of all the things I'd love to say to them if they tried to talk to me. (((((:
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 22:20:39 GMT -5
lol it's got a relatively small and calm crowd, unless i'm awake, which then i am screaming and running around the bus and getting yelled at by the driver BUT it's a full sized, most of the time i am asleep or half asleep with my earbuds in, and it's an hour ride every morning and afternoon
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Post by Dawnwing on Oct 12, 2016 22:26:11 GMT -5
My bus ride was one of the worst parts of school. It was also considered to be the worst-behaved route at my school. I spent most of my route listening to music and fake-sleeping ('cause once in a while people would try messing with me as I "slept", such as untying my shoes or putting wet candy/gum in my hair).
On the way to school, I was the last to be picked up; the ride was about 40 min (we dropped people off at the local Catholic schools and then our public school). The ride home was mostly the same route, meaning I was the last person off, and it was roughly an hour and ten to twenty minutes long.
The drivers: From elementary to high school, we had an older lady. She was super nice and I became friends with her since I was the last one off and talked to her for a while at the end of the ride every day, but she was passive when it came to enforcing the rules. After she retired, we had a guy for a year or less. He was fired - more on that later. Then we had a younger woman. She was also real nice, and good when it came to enforcing rules, but she talked on her cell phone a lot while driving.
The people: Absolutely the worst. - No matter what age, it was always, always incredibly loud. And foul-mouthed - when I was young it was only some of the older students who swore/etc; by the time I was in high school even some of the kindergarteners/first graders/etc were at it too. - When I was a kid, the older students bullied some of us frequently; in particular there was a family of 3 siblings who were the worst (the oldest one threatened us with bodily harm at least once. The youngest - the only girl, one year above me - I actually came across within the past year after not having seen her in over a decade: she now works at the Walmart in the town I now live. I felt kind of smug that she ended up having to serve me after how horrible she always was to me, but it was super awkward; we just sort of both pretended that we didn't recognize each other. There's no way she didn't know it was me, 'cause she had to check my ID for an online pickup.) - When I was roughly middle school age: The people my age were pretty bad; the boys were just jerks, crude, etc, while the girls were incredibly catty. For a while I usually ended up sitting with a bratty younger girl who always tried to get me to let her play my Gameboy (I let her sometimes, but it got to the point that when I didn't she'd go "Gimme!") - When I was in high school, kids were brattier than ever. And the people my age still awful. In particular there was one guy, who is pretty much the only person I have ever genuinely hated, who unfortunately I had to sit with a lot in them morning 'cause his seat was the only one where there was space left. He always made incredibly inappropriate sexual comments about me, and our peers were highly entertained by that. Eventually it came to a head when one day he was worse than usual and then stuck a wet hard candy in my hair: I threw it at him hard enough for it to shatter against the wall and was basically screaming at him; at that point we had the younger woman as a driver, and she said he was kicked off the bus until he wrote an apology note and if he made a single other comment to me he'd be off for good. He wrote it and remained on the bus but didn't speak another word to me; after that, the ride was bearable.
Special mention goes to this one family of bratty kids. The oldest was in sixth grade when I was in I think my junior year of high school; there were several younger ones as well. They were incredibly disrespectful, loud, and wild, and the drivers tried to kick them off several times but the mom was good at complaining loudly to the right people. There was one point when they missed the bus in the morning, but the mom called the bus garage claiming that the bus had never showed up and just skipped their road, and the bus was forced to go back and pick them up - despite a busload of witnesses saying that yes, they did stop - making the rest of us late. (I actually got a tardy for that.) They also got one of the drivers fired. One day the oldest kid was being particularly loud and obnoxious, shouting and singing at the top of his lungs or something I think, the whole bus was telling him to be quiet, and this was after he'd been like that several days in a row and the previous day he'd been throwing stuff out the windows. Finally the driver had enough and yelled "Shut up!" The boy yelled back "YOU shut up!" and dove under the seats, crawling around underneath everyone. The driver stopped the bus, found the kid and pulled him to his feet, walked him to the front seat and handed him his backpack, and continued the route (the kid was, thankfully, silent after that.) The next day I got called into the principal's office where a police officer was waiting and they asked what I'd witnessed the day before - apparently the kid claimed that the driver had picked him up and lifted him off the ground, threw him into the seat, and threw his backpack at him. I told them what I saw and that the family had been known to lie in the past, but he still was fired anyway. When we got our new driver after him, I was sitting in the front seat directing the new driver where to go (as the last one off, and one of the oldest students, I knew the route best, and didn't mind getting away from the back of the bus either), and one of the younger children in that family, a kindergartener, said to the new driver, "You can't touch us or our mommy will sue you." It was disgusting to hear something like that in her cute little voice. But that basically sums up what that family was like. >.<
So yeah, all in all, I was not fond of the bus whatsoever, and I was happy when my parents finally got tired enough of picking me up from drama rehearsals after school that they'd let me drive the car a couple times per week.
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