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The Tattoo

--- Making a Permanent Impression Since 1994 ---

October 25, 1999

Riding the school bus blues

By HEATHER PILARCIK-MURAWSKI
The Tattoo

It's bad enough that I have to rely on the bus
to get to school. It's not my fault. I'm simply not old
enough to drive, and unlike some of my more fortu-
nate friends, don't have an older sibling to drive me,
either. So it's the bus for me.

It wouldn't be so very bad to ride the bus, if
only the bus riding experience could be normal. In
the first seven days of school, we had four different
drivers. One morning the bus came so late that I had
to go home and get a ride. Another time, a cat
showed up at the bus stop. It's starting to become
funny.

There's something new at the stop every
morning. One day, the bus passengers noticed an
incessant beeping noise. The bus driver apparently
did not know how to turn off the switch that was
alerting him that something was wrong with the
brakes.

While I'm venting, I'd also like to point out
that it wouldn't kill anyone to have the route start a
little later, so that I could perhaps get a little more
sleep. I have to get up at ten of six, so that I can get
dressed, pack up my homework, if I'm not running
late grab some breakfast, and make it down the
street by ten of seven. The bus arrives at school at
quarter after seven, and I stand around for half an
hour.

While public transportation to school has its
ups (at least I donít have to pay for gas) it's also
got more than its share of downs. If students have to
take the bus, and if taxpayer money foots the bill, the
ride should at least be more enjoyable.


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