There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
Friday, April 17, 2015
“Deep In the Heart Of……”
Most of you understand that
I have many nick names for the students that ride the bus each day. Some of the nick names I actually call them
when they are on the bus and some nick names I only use here to protect the
innocent or guilty whichever way you want to go. As the students were getting off the bus I
called them by name saying have a good afternoon. I said goodbye to Sharkie, because she has an
aquarium shirt with a shark on it that she is fond of. Then there was Hollywood, because I didn’t
know her name and she was wearing sunglasses one day so, Hollywood. I was not aware that a young lady behind me
was listening as I commented to each person as they left the bus. When I pulled to her house and called her by
her actual name she said, “Why don’t I have a nick name?” It was a reasonable
question. I thought about her personality
not a tom boy but not girly, girly either.
Well maybe attire. Some days a cute girl outfit, others days shorts,
t-shirt and tennis shoes. This could
prove difficult. But before I had a
chance to render my verdict she said, “I want to be called, Tex.” So, Tex it is. You never really know what lies deep in the
heart of a person. It may be a dusty old
cowboy.
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