On my first day of kindergarten, I was terrified. Not of school (well, ok, I was terrified of that too), not of all the new people… I was terrified of the bus. This slowly subsided into pure, unadulterated joy because of all my new friends I got to chat with, until seeping back into its original form: terror. We’ve come full circle.
For almost a year and a half now, Craig, Vinny, and I have been driving to school. The bus has changed into something awful; something filled with blonde, gap-toothed 6th graders, horse-faced female 7th graders, and douchey wangsta 8th graders. Naturally, we choose to avoid this.
They’ve both had to ride the bus every once in a while because of my commitments to after school activities, but I have not stepped foot on that death trap all year. And then Colorado decided it was a good idea to ice up the roads and screw up the only car I’m allowed to drive to school. Yeah. Thanks for that, Colorado.
Oh, the horrors.
yay! i remeber the horrors of the Ranger on ice snow and sleet!
plus Jacob Cooper is back in town