If this school bus is a rockin’…

A little over a week ago a bus carrying the basketball team from a school a couple of districts over skidded off the road and landed on its side into a ditch due to an icy evening. Thankfully, nobody was hurt, but they couldn’t get out. The bus was resting on its own door and, as administration puts it, no one knew the proper procedure for getting out.

I’m not sure what that means. They didn’t know that there is a door in the back? They didn’t know that the emergency door doesn’t open automatically when a bus goes on its side? Did she mean to use the term “knew”? I’m guessing she did because yesterday during sixth period we were doing bus escape drills out in the bus circle.

Hey, that’s fine. Anything that can improve the safety of kids is okay by me. It’s just that I never thought that when I decided to become a teacher I would be practicing the lemming march out of the part of the bus numerous students were referring to as, “the bus’s ass.” With that said, I certainly didn’t imagine them making a farting sound when they jumped out onto the concrete.

Ah, seventeen-year-olds…