My gosh. In my peregrination today from school to my lovely home on the outskirts of the school district I realized just exactly why I could care less if global warming caused from an excess of oil drilling caused the entire Earth to incinerate. Imagine not only are you late to school today BECAUSE OF YOUR PARENTS, you assuredly flunked the theory test in music that you supposedly know pretty well because you've been in piano lessons for ever, discover that you have absolutely no idea where your friends are because you have no classes with them, but you also are coerced by your parents into riding the bus to conserve fuel and energy. So the end of sixth hour rolls around, and it's time to load the buses, after I scurry through the halls of ridiculous sophomores that DON'T KNOW WHICH SIDE OF THE FLIPPING HALL TO WALK ON, I creep out to the loading dock, or as I have affectionately termed it, Hell's Wharf. I climb into the bus 414 after grabbing at anything I can hold onto so as to not get shoved back into the real world where I would have traded my left kidney to be. Fortunately, I was one of the early arrivers. Apparently, my arrears with Satan have not been anted, and I am to spend the rest of eternity in the fiery pits of Hell. As I walk down the aisle, I take note that there is somebody in every single blasted seat in the entire bus, and even some with two occupants. Great. So obviously, I have to share a seat with someone. Who will I grace with my presence? How about the kid that sat behind me in 8th grade health, who's sister has juvenile diabetes? Sounds great. So I ask him politely if I can sit with him, and he obliges me. Twenty minutes later at least, more people are still crowding in. Eight minutes after that, we leave, with three to a seat, and in some unfortunate cases four. Great Scot, could they not just call another bus? Absolutely not! Three people to a seat didn't work in grade school, much less in high school. What were they thinking?! Was the bus driver high? My gosh I hate people in my space, and hate them even more passionately when they're sitting on me! I have thoroughly decided that I will NOT be riding the bus tomorrow. Supposedly, it takes a mere 15 minutes to get from my school to my home. No. Not even close. Try 75 minutes, and that was the abridged edition. Yes, that's right, the driver even edited some stops from the initial route. I am done riding the bus. I suppose it would be ok if it were quiet, and had some breathing room and even windows that opened. But sadly, it does not, does not, and finally does not. Here I surcease my anger so I can sleep peacefully this evening. More later, if you're lucky. Cheers.
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