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Monday, September 08, 2003
Fourth Day in and already the bus is late. Not bad, usually, it’s the fourth week or so, but hey, this bus service is an early bloomer. Lol, after a road had been shut off, our bus driver followed some school buses through some small villages. Then, it was slightly worrying, as our driver appeared to turn off onto a small lane that lead to open fields and trees. He obviously was taking us to school the scenic route today.
A few minutes later, we were hurtling down the country lanes, crashing into trees and leaving branches on the road as we went. It was quite fun being at upstairs as I watched the branches waving around delicately in the wind before being dashed to pieces on the front of the bus as we drove recklessly down the lane. Mmm recklessness
We slowed down as another bus approached as the lane was pretty narrow. On the bus coming towards us there were only a few people sitting upstairs, which was unlike our bus. ..Let’s just say, we gave a new meaning to tinned sardines. Anyway, as we approach this bus we all see this little girl. She appears to be a sweet year seven or younger. Noticing our stares she looks back ……… and then sticks her middle finger up and scowls at us all in an offhand attempt to get her cute angelic image to be replaced by psycho child from hell.
The cries of “Aww, look!” turn to “Whoah! Oh My God. Look at the little biatch!! The whole bus, seem to be slightly taken aback by this as they jump back from the window. They quickly recover before attempting to bang on the glass like the caged animals we were.
That scenario over, I grew increasingly worried by the amount of buses that were returning, as they were still full of people. We’d been going down this road for a good half-hour and the Year 7s bladders are not fully adapted for yet for another return journey to add to the total time it would take to get to school.
However -to cut the story short- after spending 2 and a quarter hours on that bus (Jim calculated) we did make it to school eventually in good time for me to miss a whole lotta Physics. Sweet.
A few minutes later, we were hurtling down the country lanes, crashing into trees and leaving branches on the road as we went. It was quite fun being at upstairs as I watched the branches waving around delicately in the wind before being dashed to pieces on the front of the bus as we drove recklessly down the lane. Mmm recklessness
We slowed down as another bus approached as the lane was pretty narrow. On the bus coming towards us there were only a few people sitting upstairs, which was unlike our bus. ..Let’s just say, we gave a new meaning to tinned sardines. Anyway, as we approach this bus we all see this little girl. She appears to be a sweet year seven or younger. Noticing our stares she looks back ……… and then sticks her middle finger up and scowls at us all in an offhand attempt to get her cute angelic image to be replaced by psycho child from hell.
The cries of “Aww, look!” turn to “Whoah! Oh My God. Look at the little biatch!! The whole bus, seem to be slightly taken aback by this as they jump back from the window. They quickly recover before attempting to bang on the glass like the caged animals we were.
That scenario over, I grew increasingly worried by the amount of buses that were returning, as they were still full of people. We’d been going down this road for a good half-hour and the Year 7s bladders are not fully adapted for yet for another return journey to add to the total time it would take to get to school.
However -to cut the story short- after spending 2 and a quarter hours on that bus (Jim calculated) we did make it to school eventually in good time for me to miss a whole lotta Physics. Sweet.
