For me, the school bus driving for the bus I ride on, Bus #44, Mrs. Papageorge wasn’t driving the bus this morning. It was Sherri, the driver of Bus #43, and as a result she came late, that led to me...coming late to school. What are the odds?
Sherri didn’t come and pick me, and the Lohrmans, our neighbors up until 6:51. Anyone in the right mind knows that lives in Clifton...that’s way too late to pick up kids at a school bus stop, and we still had about four or five stops still on our run. So we didn’t even get to school until 7:23 AM. Or well that’s what the Class of ’06’s so spectacular clock said. Now, I wasn’t so bummed out about this, primarily because I was going to be extremely late to Geometry. I mean yeah, my friend Anna Farwell who I walk with to that class was probably bumming out that she didn’t get to walk and talk to me this morning, I was thinking this. I still get to miss Geometry. Also, she probably could just talk to me after class...which she did.
As for the bus ride, I sat by Ben Johnson, listened to some wonderful jams on my MP3 device...particularly the Apple iPod. Some wonderful rock music groups I was tuning to on my MP3 player included The Strokes’
“Last Nite” , Atreyu’s
”Becoming the Bull”, The Smashing Pumpkins’
”Bullet With Butterfly Wings” and Tool’s
”The Pot. Good stuff, good stuff. Oh yeah and I got to class at 7:36 AM.
For me, the school bus driving for the bus I ride on, Bus #44, Mrs. Papageorge wasn’t driving the bus this morning. It was Sherri, the drive...
