Tales from the Yellow Bus
You know the kids on the bus are not into conversation with the bus driver. I pick them up all the way out to Cornelius Pass in my yellow bus and take them to Lincoln and then take them home at night. The 13 to 20 of them mostly sit toward the back. Actually, they fill the bus from back to front. Those poor kids who sit toward the front! I can hear their conversations and sometime I just have to butt in.
One day one of the students, Sienna I think, said, “I never really learned to multiply fractions.” In my head I’m thinking 1/2 X 2/3. The rule used to go: multiply the tops, the numerator, then multiply the bottoms, the denominators. The result would be 2/6. I can instantly see 1/3 or .33 in my head. I wanted to share this with her, but she went on to sines and cosines, so I thought better of sharing.
Anyway, if they are not talking to each other, they are being quiet, listening to whatever is current through their ear plugs. This gives me lots of time to think as I drive along.
KINK has been playing their musical library in alphabetical order. The song titles are alphabetized from A to Z. One of the songs I heard today was by Mark Knopfler or Mark Knopfler while he was with Dire Straits. I remembered telling my Dad on our convertible trip to Yosemite years ago. I played Dire Straits and told Dad that you could instantly recognize the unique guitar sound and know Knopfler was playing.
As I was driving today, I thought, what does he play? So when I got home, I googled “What instrument does Mark Knopfler play?” I found hours of videos of him playing and this video about the evolution of his playing:
Tomorrow, I will work out solutions to some problems, unless I’m interrupted by those chatty Lincoln students.
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