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
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Random Thoughts of a Bus Driver "Priorities"
Have
you ever told your spouse that there was just not any money in the house hold
budget for an item that they were considering and turned around and bought
something yourself that was even more expensive? How did that work out for you? No matter how you try to justify your reasoning
it all comes out the same, “If there wasn’t enough for one item then there
defiantly wasn’t enough for a more expensive item”. Recently eighty million dollars yes that is
an eight with seven zeros, was moved from the Alabama Education Trust Fund into
the General Fund. The reasoning being,
whether you believe the figures or not, that the Trust Fund had a surplus of
one hundred forty million dollars and the General Fund was going to come up
short. At the same time it is reported
that from 2008-2014 Alabama cut funding to schools by 17.3%, the second highest
in the nation. As a teacher in the state
of Alabama I have received one, yes that’s a one with no zeros, state mandated
raise since 2007. That raise was a
staggering 2%. In that same amount of
time the cost of living has increased by over 10%. If you have been in education for any length
of time you have found that you are at the top of the pay scale and if my math
is correct I now make 8% less than I did ten years ago. I do not profess to understand the entire
goings on in Montgomery, I’m not sure even those that work there do, but I have
missed something somewhere. If you have
a surplus large enough to bail out the general fund than why am I making 8%
less this year than I did eight years ago and no real promise of a raise in the
future. Don’t tell me that there is not
money in the budget. If this works I’m
going to let Montgomery explain to my wife why I was able to buy that new
shotgun and we couldn’t get the living room furniture. I was recently reminded of a phrase that is
found in the ethics laws that govern what a state employee is allowed to except
from outside sources. Teachers being a
state employee are also bound by this law.
The phrase used is “de minimis value”.
The definition given for this phrase is “something so small that
accounting for it would be unreasonable”.
I understand the reason for having ethic laws but I’m sure they were not
put in place because someone was concerned that a kindergartner may bring undue
influence on his teacher for a grade of satisfactory in hand writing. Yet this phrase has also sums up how those in
positions of power and sometimes the general public have come to view those who
work in education “something so small that accounting for it would be
unreasonable”. We talk about how
children are our most valuable resource.
Teachers have been in hundreds of conversation that end with “You
couldn’t pay me enough to do your job”.
We hold those who work in education to a much higher standard than the
general public. As an example let a
teacher get cross way with the law and when it is reported on the news they
will say how they are a part of education, what role they played, and what
school they worked at. I have never
heard a news cast of a robbery where they said, “The robber has been a part of
the plumbing work for most of his life and worked at Joe’s Plumbing”. I’m not saying those in education should not
be held to a higher accountability. I am
saying along with higher accountability there should also be the respect and
yes salary that comes with being held to such.
Yes it is a rewarding job, yes I love working with students, and yes I
count myself blessed to be in education but none of these will buy my groceries
or pay my mortgage. Many reports now
show that teachers are now leaving the profession faster than they are
entering. I am not asking to be a rich man;
I would be willing to scrape by on the paltry salary of a Montgomery
politician.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Random Thoughts of a Bus Driver "World Peace"
We
live in an amazing world! Though I do
not consider myself to be old, I have had the privilege to have been around a
number of years. In those years I have
seen many amazing changes. I have seen
the day when the best thing you could purchase for your child’s education was a
set of encyclopedias that took up substantial amount of space, now we just
Google it. I have watched all three
channels on a black and white TV serving as my father’s remote control, now you
can miss an hour long program that you wanted to watch on your 72 inch high
definition television, because it took so long to go through the nine hundred
channels that are available. As a
teacher I have gone home with my hands covered with chalk dust and purple ink
from mimeographed papers, to having a printer right in my room and an
interactive board that is attached to my computer that will electronically
write in any color of my choosing. As a
bus driver I have driven buses that were manual shift, exposed metal bars
around the thinly padded seat, and were cold and rattled as you went down the
road. Now my bus has an automatic transmission,
air shocks, tented windows, heater and air conditioning front and back, radio,
and CD player. I don’t even have to
reach over to open the door for students; I have an air operated door that is
activated with a button on the steering wheel.
I wax nostalgic. This past week I
was introduce to what has to be the greatest advancement in the history of the
world. I have in my life visited a
number of outhouses. Many of you know
what I speak of. I have visited one and
two holers whose seats were hopefully worn smooth over the years by use so I
would not get a splinter. It was always
questionable what you would find in them to “clean” yourself with after the job
was finished. I once used toilet paper
in Russia that I believe I got a paper cut from. My daughter and 5 month old grandson often
stay with us during the work week. With
a baby in the house there are numerous diaper changes and with that came the flushable,
moist wipes. That alone should have some
recognition. Then my daughter brought in
a device that I believe given time and the right amount of consideration could
possible change the course of the world.
It is the right size to hold a package of wipes and then, be still my
beating heart, you plug it in and it warms, yes warms the wipes. Not only are they moist, for a better job,
but WARM. Oh! What a blessed invention
to be introduced to in the chilly month of December. With one of these in every world leaders
bathroom how could you not come out with a good feeling toward all
mankind. Forgive me Leonardo da Vinci, move over Thomas
Edison, why has this not made world headlines?
I have never been one to spend a lot of time in the royal chamber but in
the future if my family needs me I can tell them where to look first. Who knows I may have decided what room to
move the set of encyclopedias to.
Friday, December 4, 2015
“Disco on the Bus”
After a few minutes on the bus your friend
and mine, Mr. Mucus, pulled his head into his jacket and zipped it up so his
head was inside. In a few moments he
started yelling, “Go, go, run.” The
other students around him asked what he was doing. He informed them that he was watching a ball
game on his big screen TV. He continued
to yell for his team until the game was over.
At this point there was a pause and then he said, “All right,” and start
moving around in the seat in a circular motion.
He must have been aware of the questioning eyes that were now looking at
him and he replied from inside, “I’ve turned on the disco ball in the dance
room.” He gyrated around a number of
times the movements getting larger and larger until he hit his head a good lick
on the seat in front of him. He fell
back in the seat, knowing that we were concerned a voice from inside called
out, “I’m not dead.” Then it was
followed by, “I think I’ll go back to watching television.”
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
"Choosing A Side"
There have been and continue
to be great debates throughout the years.
Hercules, hero of the ancient world or bully with a lack of tolerance
for creatures who only want to practice their traditions of destroying towns
and people? Climate change, real threat
or Governmental hoax? Bacon, bad for
your health or the true joy of life?
Dogs, man's best friend or one of the world's biggest free loaders, only
surpassed by cats? Dorothy, misplaced
good hearted youth or unwanted Kansas refugee causing havoc in Oz? At this time of year we come to the biggest
debate that can be had on a bus full of elementary students in the month of
December. It comes up each year and you
know the bus driver is always called in to arbitrate the discussion. Feelings are hurt, tears are shed, voices are
raised, and from time to time blows are exchanged. Each year I know I will hear, "Mr.
Brandon, is Santa Claus real?" I
try to moderate and let each side have its say so. In the end all discussion must be brought to
a close. I let them know that they are
free to believe what they want but as for me, I believe, because I don't want
to take the chance of having nothing on Christmas morning. There are many things in this life that I
don't believe in; A politician's promise, that you can have healthy and tasty,
a lawyer who says he only wants to help, or when your wife says you don't have
to get her a present this year. But I do
believe in the sparkle in the eyes of a child when he talks about Santa coming
to town. When students take the time to
sing Christmas songs together on the bus and the bus driver knows when every
Christmas tree on their route went up because they were told in high pitched
excited voices. I hope your life is filled with high pitched excited
voices. I hope that sometimes that voice
is yours.
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