Growing up, I rode the bus. From first grade all the way up to freshman year, I was forced to ride Mr. James number 7 yellow behemoth of a vehicle to and from school. Let me clear up some rumors for those of you who have never ridden a school bus....
They are NOTHING like the magic school bus.
On the bus, I learned valuable life lessons like
cuss words,
how to deface public property,
and most importantly, even if you are super bored, sun staring contests are never a good idea.
I'm fairly certain that a major reason I have such terrible eyesight is because of bus boredom.
I also learned about rejection on the bus.
My friend and I would always try and sit next to this boy on the bus, but he would always put his trombone case on seat to prevent us from getting near him.
So remember ladies, if he uses his trombone case as an excuse, he's just not that into you.
