
Today marks the end of my first year driving a school bus for Portland school district. Here are several first year milestones: No accidents for a year! No one threw up on my bus. I can drive a bus in snow and go up the narrowest streets.
This year I was leaving Beach School. My normal route is to take a left, go one block and turn right on Alberta. Well, my left turn was blocked by a garbage truck that looked like it was going to be there for a while, so I decided to reroute a block and then make my left. Unfortunately, there are no more lefts to Alberta, there's just Interstate Avenue and it's a right only. Traffic was terrible that time of morning, I inched onto Interstate and then took the first right. That right deadended at the school and my only option was another right. Now I'm forced to drive up a street with cars parked on both sides to get back to where I started. The cars are so close that my mirrors almost touch on both sides. I need to keep the bus steady and straight and avoid tail swing. I am sweating after I make it through.
Snow was fun. There were a few snow flakes falling in the morning and the schools thought it better to keep the kids home. Well, the snow stopped and parents ridiculed them. They were also angry having to find day care. The next time it snowed hard. The schools didn't want to make the same mistake, so schools were ordered to stay open. I was driving through the snow with my chains on, doing just fine. I got to my first stop and heard over our radio that schools were closed. Now parents had to scramble once again. No one was happy that day.
My kids were mostly K through 5th on one run and 1st through 8th on the second run in the morning. I enjoyed the younger kids. Some choked me up. One boy got on in the morning crying. He said his mother was going to the vet this morning to put their cat down.
I asked a little girl what she was doing this particular weekend. She said she was going to her mom's wedding. "Did she like her Mom's boyfriend?" I asked. "He's ok!" I asked if she saw her dad. No he's in prison was her reply.
One girl would get on the bus each morning smelling strongly of cigarettes. The kids only called her on it one morning. She lives with her grandmother. She was taken away from her mother several years ago. Now her mother lives separately and has a new baby.
My kids were mostly Hispanic and Black and probably lower income. I tried out my small knowledge of Spanish on them and they seemed surprised that I could speak some. I wondered from time to time how many were here legally. Many of their parents spoke little English. The papers say that after the raids by ICE on the Del Monte plant, many Hispanic families "holed-up", waiting for the Feds to go away. I didn't notice any drop in students riding the bus.
Sometimes I was surprised at how old the kids acted for their age. I told one 2nd grader that she acted like she was 12. "Why do you say that", she asked? Well, I said, you have a large vocabulary. We pronounced the word and used it in a sentence. "Not only do you have a large vocabulary," I said, but you have a prodigeous vocabulary." We pronounced that word twice and used it in a sentence. That night she probably said, "Hey Mom, guess what word the bus driver taught me today?"
Some twelve year old girls shocked me with their language, throwing around the "F" word, their aggresive anti-social behavior and their loss of childhood.
One girl made me cringe when she would ride. She was so loud. One day while waiting for a light. She complained that it was taking forever. "Why don't you just run the light", she said? I mispronounced her name one day and when she corrected me I said I was sorry. "You sure are," she spat. Twelve!
Some kids seem to be able to say things to their peers that I never would have voiced. One boy said to another, "I've noticed that you will be playing with a boy and I'll come by with a friend and you will ditch your friend and take away my friend. That hurts my feelings!"
Most of the older kids can't sing, but think they can. They listen to their I-pods and sing to the songs. You see these same misguided souls trying out for Americam Idol. I don't know if they ever have quiet time. They think it strange that I don't turn on the bus radio for music, even when I'm by myself.
Discipline has been a problem lately. I tried to be a friend to the kids and would rarely write a kid up for bad behavior on the bus, preferring to take them aside and talk with them or have the teacher who meets the bus talk with them. Other bus drivers shook their heads over the number of referrals they wrote. Toward the end, those drivers had succeeded in getting many kids kicked off their bus, but the kids hated them. My system hasn't worked with the kids as well as I liked. Oh sure, most kids like me, but I still have to tell several kids in particular to sit down or keep your hands to your self. I wrote two kids up for disruptive behavior and being a distraction to me as I drove. They just said, "Go ahead write us up. Nothing will happen!" And they were right.
Those two kids were intelligent and good kids in the first six months, but then developed an attitude of entitlement. One example, I dropped them off in the evening at their school. They would get off and walk in the same direction as I would go for two blocks. One day it was just pouring and I offered to drop them off two blocks closer to their house where I made my turn. Then on nice days they demanded I drop them off those two blocks closer, even refusing to get off the bus. Another time, I offered to buy ice cream for the same two kids plus another. I gave them $5 for ice cream for the four of us. Because one bought a $2 ice cream, there wasn't enough money for the four just three. I was pissed and they offered no apology.
When a teacher got on the bus before a field trip and said, "One of you whipped it out in the classroom and peed on the floor," I knew we're in trouble.
Speaking of teachers, I don't know about their classroom expertise, but at my schools, they are some of the worst dressers and not business casual, but down right slovenly. They get paid pretty well, don't they?
I was pretty down after finishing my run yesterday. I felt that I had failed getting the kids to mind. They don't realize how distracting some of their behavior can be. Just as I start across a busy intersection, to catch a glimpse of a kid walking in the aisle or to have someone scream at some critical moment, is as shocking as hitting your crazy bone. I am not bothered by general loudness. I had a group of grade school girls on the bus early in my career. They decided to have a screaming contest. They were so loud that my right ear was ringing. I looked at them in the rearview mirror and said, "Is that the best you can do?" They never tried it again.
The kids don't understand how badly they could get hurt, if I had to stop real fast or if we had an accident.
I was also down because I found this letter on my bus:
Dear ______
I will always remember my best friends that I hanged out with in elamantry. When I grow up I want to be famoas for I can have a lot of money. I want to go to Oregon State University chollage first. I want to play in a chollage basketball team and try to get Drafted into the NBA. I will remember the elamantry because the 5th grade was the funnest year of school ever.
Will I drive again next year? Right now I will, but I may start out like a drill sergeant and not a friend.
School Bus Driver Portland, OR Mover Mike