Wednesday, March 21, 2012
The only thing that I know that may come close to the parting of the Red Sea, is to have a wasp fly through a bus load of elementary students. I’ve had to make an emergency stop many times to dispatch a poor wasp to the great beyond. The students wonder why I will kill a wasp with my bare hands, that's easy: Bus full of screaming, diving, jumping elementary students or possible wasp sting. If it was a rattle snake you would choose the snake.
As the twins, who are not twins, got on the bus one stopped to talk to me. After she ended our conversation she looked at her sister and said, “Can you stop my bottom from shaking?” Her sister replied, “Pow” and slapped her on the behind. I don’t even want to know where they learned that from.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Over the years I have received many gifts from the students. They range from rocks and sticks to pretty little flowers from off of a weed, the other day I received a small sea shell. Well today a second grader, you may know as hot pickle boy, stepped up to my seat preparing to get off at his house and says, "I think I'll leave you a little present". He stood there a few seconds and said, "Now that felt good". Then he got off the bus. I'm pretty sure in the future, when he lest expects it, that little present is going to be regifted.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
As an educator one of the greatest joys is being able to be present when the gears turn just right, the planets align, everything clicks and the light bulb comes on for that student and it all makes sense. Such a moment happened on the bus this morning, “Manure / Poop” same thing.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday mornings are always busy because everybody has had a whole weekend of experiences to share. The twins that are not twins started out by telling me that since the bus was dark that it was haunted and they knew about a vampire dog and that they had gone to the store and bought a coke and a candy bar and one of them had a birthday coming up and they would like me to give them fifty dollars, yes all in one sentence. Next pickle boy while breathing on me heavily was explaining how he had been sick and just wanted to stay home and take a nap. The three stooges decided that the words "juice box" sounded funny and repeated it twenty time while laughing. Then they moved to throwing the breakfast cereal, that grandma had put in baggies for a snack, at each other. A student that had an encounter of the poultry kind set making chicken noises as we went down the road. Finally one girl had stepped on a nail and do you know how far it went in, "All most really deep". Monday, Monday
Thursday, March 8, 2012
After stopping at a house and no one coming out I had a suggestion from a second grader, “Mr. Brandon you need to carry a BB gun so you can shoot at the windows of the house so they will know you are out here”. Think I’ll buy a new Red Rider tomorrow and the compass in the stock will work for my GPS.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
I know that Einstein had several theories that dealt with time, could have used his help today. Question, how often will a kindergartner, with a new watch, tell you the time on the way to school? He said he was going to keep us on a tight schedule. I’m not sure if we were on, ahead or behind schedule when he announced that it was 89.
Friday, March 2, 2012
One of the joys of driving a bus on a rural route is being able to enjoy the sights and sounds of the countryside. As we are traveling down the road enjoying the pastoral setting a second grader says, “See that, its horse poop”. He may be the next author of a new field guide to identification of animals called “Know Your Poop”.