#BusStories #ChildhoodMemories #SchoolBusAdventures
Hey everyone! 😊 I’ve got a funny little story from back in my school days that I just have to share with you.
So picture this: I was still too young to drive and relied on the school bus to get home every day. My family lived up a hill in a quiet neighborhood near a creek, which was pretty peaceful. One normal day, as we approached my stop, the bus driver suddenly declared, “I always struggle turning around at the top of your hill, so how about I just drop you off at the bottom and you walk the rest of the way?” 🚍
My reaction? Absolutely not! I firmly told her no, but she essentially shrugged her shoulders, said too bad, and kicked me off the bus! Just like that, I was left standing at the bottom of the hill, watching as the bus drove away without confirming that I’d made it home safe.
Now, here’s where it gets interesting: I really didn’t want to trudge up those two massive hills (trust me, they’re no joke), so I decided to take a shortcut. I veered off the road, hopped across the creek, and made my way through the woods. In no time, I casually walked in my front door!
My mom, who had been expecting to see the bus pull up, greeted me with a bewildered, “Where have you been?” When I explained that the driver decided against taking the bus up the hill, her jaw dropped. 🤯
Turns out, my mom had a connection. She knew someone who organized the buses for our school district. After a quick call, she lit into the situation, mentioning that it was totally inappropriate for the driver to make me walk home alone.
The next day, the driver was a ghost. Not a single word. And guess what? She dropped me right in front of my driveway without any fuss! 👏
So, what do you think about the bus driver’s decision? Was it wrong for her to kick me off? And have you ever had a similar experience with a situation that escalated unexpectedly? Feel free to share your own school bus stories or any tips on handling tricky transport situations!
Looking forward to hearing from you all! 🚀✨
She should have been fired.
That’s crazy. My grandma was a bus driver for over 20 years. She did not give a crap about saving money for the district. It was all about getting the kids home safely the correct way
I guess things have changed since I was a kid. The school buses picked up/dropped off at somewhat centralized locations. There was one year I had to walk about half a mile to/from the bus and it was a steep hill (only uphill going home though)! They would’ve laughed if I had suggested they go up the hill.
“Little, if any, difficulty” She had an attitude, and took it out on you. Good revenge on your part!
Cool story, but please, the Return key is there for a reason.
Sounds like she should be driving a short bus.
I cannot believe you’re complaining about a (check maths) 200 m walk to your house if you went the long way, or a 50 m walk the short way. I always wondered why the American students that came to the uni I worked at were so….useless… when it came to getting themselves around. Far out. You guys are helicopter parented to extremes.
My kids are happy to walk the ~2km to and from school by themselves, and have done since they were 8.
That said, we don’t have bears, or other dangerous apex predators, nor do we have people shooting our kids while they’re at school. Maybe a bit of overprotectiveness is warranted.
Why in the world would she save money in gas when the district provides budget for that and she’s not paying it from her own pocket? I guess she was just lazy driving you home.
Tldnr….also, paragraphs.
She wanted to save time so she could get off work earlier. Asshole!
Nice story, you should try writing for a living. You need to get the dialogue more realistic though.
Oh, the stories you’ll have to tell your children. “When I was you age, I had to walk 620 feet…”
Where do you live where you ger door-to-door service from a school bus?
None of this is petty or revenge.
>”No, and even I had done something she can’t just force me to exit the bus and walk to the house unsupervised with no confirmation that I made it inside safely.”
Yeah… no kid talks like that…
Good on you for speaking up.
Please tell me you awaited her driving back with a cheesy grin and a wave.
How old were you before you could be trusted to walk 600 feet by yourself?
I think it is quite american that you complain about having to walk a distance of 200 metres. Also you said you were not quite the age of making your drivers license, so you must have been linke 15 or 16 years old, i really think it is possible for a 15 year old to walk 200 metres safeley without supervision.
Some of the commenters here are completely missing the point.
A school bus is supposed to predictably do as agreed upon.
In the sense that the school bus is an extended branch of the school and the driver has a responsibility to ensure that all the underage passengers get dropped of at the intended location at about the right time.
The driver is in no position to wing it last minute and not do what is agreed upon, unless someone higher up in the food chain is included in the decision making process.
As a school bus driver it’s definitely possible to find yourself without a job after pulling exactly one stunt like this.
The distance is irrelevant, if the district has set a route, the route is to be followed.
My school bus didn’t stop in my village, but the driver did slow down and open the doors so kids could jump on as he went past.
The hometime driver would stop at a local shop and do his shopping before getting back on the bus and taking the kids home.
This is what I think of when people are nostalgic for the 1980s.
I used to walk 950 m (3,120 ft) between school and home four times a day (I went home for lunch) for a total of 3.8 km (2.4 mi) daily. Yes it was flat, but I was six. In the winter I waddled in a one-piece snowsuit and froze my toes in rubber boots.
From the time I was eight I only had to walk it twice a day because we had lunch monitors and could eat at school.
When I was eleven I went to a different school. I walked 900 m to the city bus stop, took the bus up hill and walked 850 m to the school for a total of 3.5 km (2.2 mi) daily. When the buses went on strike I walked the whole thing for a total of 5.6 km (3.5 mi) daily. Elevation change of 28.4 m (93 ft).
When I was twelve I went to a different school again, this one 1.5 km away. Daily 3.0 km or 1.9 mi.
Then I moved to Africa and I was driven everywhere. *That* was horrible.
I get that you were put out and that you were a teenager and complained, but if I were your parent I’d have told you to just walk your lazy ass up hill.
When my kids were starting school, a bus driver could not let a Kindergartener off the bus unless their parent (or a designated adult) was there to get them.