Noelle - Day 80 (School buses)
Well I don't have a ton of time,
Because I leave for a Confirmation Retreat in like ten, fifteen minutes. I'll be sure to take photos, although I'm not sure if it will be all that interesting. Hmph.
Anyway, today's post is just a reflection on life...or in my case, school buses. Yep, every time I see one of those sweat-drenched child-packed bright yellow monstrosities trundling around I get a huge smile on my face. Which is strange - the word school bus probably makes the average thirteen year old shudder in fear and think of prison guards, or maybe a nasty set of teachers waiting for you, or maybe just a bully on that bus. Maybe you threw up in one once (I thankfully, have not done that).
So why in the world would I smile every time I see a bus? (And I mean EVERY time). Because long after the highschoolers and the middleschoolers have been picked up, sometimes even after those ittle bitty first graders have shouldered their backpacks and stomped primly up those tiny black steps, I'm still chillin' at home. I'm still relaxing at the breakfast table, conversing with my teacher about the funny joke my friend said in geometry class, or the bomb strike in Syria, or the latest nanotech advances. I might be starting my morning off with a quick rollerblading-run around the roadways, or a touch of yoga with my Mom. Maybe I'm finishing off some homework that hasn't even been assigned yet, or taking a test for a class period I haven't been to yet. Maybe I'm asleep!
Yes, the school bus is a wonderful thing...because I'm not on it.
Because I leave for a Confirmation Retreat in like ten, fifteen minutes. I'll be sure to take photos, although I'm not sure if it will be all that interesting. Hmph.
Anyway, today's post is just a reflection on life...or in my case, school buses. Yep, every time I see one of those sweat-drenched child-packed bright yellow monstrosities trundling around I get a huge smile on my face. Which is strange - the word school bus probably makes the average thirteen year old shudder in fear and think of prison guards, or maybe a nasty set of teachers waiting for you, or maybe just a bully on that bus. Maybe you threw up in one once (I thankfully, have not done that).
So why in the world would I smile every time I see a bus? (And I mean EVERY time). Because long after the highschoolers and the middleschoolers have been picked up, sometimes even after those ittle bitty first graders have shouldered their backpacks and stomped primly up those tiny black steps, I'm still chillin' at home. I'm still relaxing at the breakfast table, conversing with my teacher about the funny joke my friend said in geometry class, or the bomb strike in Syria, or the latest nanotech advances. I might be starting my morning off with a quick rollerblading-run around the roadways, or a touch of yoga with my Mom. Maybe I'm finishing off some homework that hasn't even been assigned yet, or taking a test for a class period I haven't been to yet. Maybe I'm asleep!
Yes, the school bus is a wonderful thing...because I'm not on it.
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