Being a Bus Driver

My reasoning behind it

After having dealt with one of the most vicious School Bus drivers I have ever encountered I decided that I should take up bus driving. He claimed that it was difficult dealing with children all the time. Since I’m a mom I thought to myself ‘how hard can it be?’

My children were getting suspended from the bus all the time for various infractions. Most to me seemed so minor that it was bordering on the ridiculous. Back talking got them 3 days off. At the time I had 3 girls on the bus, of course they were going to back talk, they were girls. He was a male bus driver who only had 2 boys, no girls.

There were other infractions as well, but none of them ever involved hitting another person. There was no fighting involved at all, nothing involving another person, except the bus driver. In my mind there must have been something wrong with the person in charge. There was one time that one of my daughters defended another child, against the bus driver, and my daughter ended up getting a kick off slip.

Training

I went to one of the local schools at the Transportation office and put in an application. I got my interview and when asked “Why do you want to be a bus driver” I gave my honest answer. “Because sometimes the bus driver is the first adult that child sees in the day, if I greet them warmly and with a smile, it can help them start off to a good day”. Apparently that was the right answer because I got the job.

The first thing I had to do was go to my local DMV office and get my TIP (Temporary Instruction Permit). To do this I had to take a test, I had taken the book home to study first, all the answers are in there so it wasn’t too hard.

Once I began my instruction I had to learn all the parts of the bus, the in’s and out’s of just about everything. Part of my training involved driving as well, I spent about half of my training learning to do the inspection and the other half driving around. None of my training was paid.

Training for the inspection was key, it had to be done by memory for my road test. The state in which I live has a rigorous road test that has to be done in order to get the full license. After about 3 weeks I was pronounced fit to drive a bus, and my road test was scheduled. I passed with flying colors.

School started and I was assigned a route. Unbeknownst to me it was the hardest route that there was. The first 3 days I sat in the front seat while my boss drove, after that I was on my own.

No Hugs allowed!

My first day alone with the kids was a little nerve wracking, I was afraid I’d miss a stop and the kids would be left standing out by themselves. Very soon I was ‘into my groove’ and things went smoothly. My bus was full to the maximum, I had about 70 kids riding each day. It had been explained to me that each seat could hold 2 ½ butt cheeks, so when I asked about my limits, I was under (according to the law).

I had my older kids ride in the back as was their wish, the middle school kids in the middle and the littlest ones up front with me. When asked my name I told them, but for some reason it was misunderstood and I ended up being called Mrs. Brown. I had to chuckle at that and left it alone, if they wanted to call me Mrs. Brown who was I to argue?

Very soon I knew all of their names and who they should or should not set next to. For the most part they were all great kids, I had very few problems. When certain kids didn’t show up I was curious about them and hoped all was well.

The little ones loved me and most wanted to give me hugs. It was against policy to hug these children and that was the saddest part of my job. I never realized how hard it would be to tell a 1st grader that he couldn’t have that hug he so needed.

 

You learn Lots!

Being in a vehicle with children you can only imagine the things they told me. The stories behind each child were different. Some were in foster care, some only road the bus every other week because they stayed with 1 parent 1 week and 1 with the next week. Some lived with their grand parents, some lived with other relatives, and some lived with friends of their parents.

I watched one little girl go from being a girl to being a woman, the change was dramatic. One day she was giggling and gossiping and yelling, the next she was quiet and demure. When I questioned her on this it was because she had (in a whisper) ’gotten her period’. Her mother was doing a heck of a good job with her! Honestly, I had to giggle at the change.

One of my older boys got in trouble with the law. I found this out by stopping the bus when I seen him walking and wanted to know why he wasn’t in school. He had always been polite on my bus and I missed him. He seemed surprised that I cared enough to stop and ask him.

 

Some drivers are just plain mean

Halloween time came and of course I handed out the candy as they got off the bus. Some of the other drivers didn’t believe in doing this. In hanging out in the drivers lounge I began to wonder just why some of these people even became drivers to begin with.

I listened to what they had to say about the kids, most of it wasn’t very nice. The rules they had in place seemed obnoxious. One driver in particular sticks in my mind.

When she had a kindergartener eating a sucker, she wrote him a bus slip. I was horrified. “How could you do that” I asked. She replied that she had a no eating policy on her bus. I asked her “Couldn’t you just have told him to throw it away?” She said she wanted to make an impression on him by giving him a bus slip. I told her then, “So why didn’t you just have him put it in his pocket?” She looked at me like I’d grown horns and said “But it would get all fuzzy then.” Apparently she had never had anyone make an impression on her. I had to explain “If he has to put in in his pocket, yes it will get fuzzy and then he will think twice about eating on the bus, then he will have to explain to his mother why the sucker was in his pocket.” As a mom who has had to stick her hand in pockets before washing them, this would have me asking questions. I also explained to her that giving out nonsense bus slips does nothing to a parent, other than make them mad at the driver. To me that was a nonsense bus slip.

You don't HAVE to kick the kid off

I learned what I did and did not have to do as a driver fairly quickly. One afternoon I heard a commotion in the middle of the bus, one student was yelling to another student to leave him alone. He repeated this several times, I stopped the bus to try to prevent an altercation. Apparently the other student didn’t want any prevention. The fight happened, the fists were flying. One was a high school student and the other, middle school but both were fairly matched in size. I told them both that they were off for 10 days.

When I got back to the office I talked to my supervisor and discovered that I did not have to kick both of them off. I explained the situation and how the younger student tried to avoid an altercation. When I got home I called the student to let him know that he was not off the bus. He was very surprised and pleased at my decision, and thanked me for calling to explain to his mother.

I still see him from time to time and my youngest daughter even dated him for a while. Apparently I made the impression on him, that all adults aren’t mean.

Insurance is great for the Bus Driver

When speaking to some of the other drivers who weren’t too fond of the kids and their antics, I discovered just WHY they were bus drivers. The health insurance, plain and simple. Some of the drivers had a minute amount of money when the checks arrived, the rest went to pay for health insurance. So they weren’t driving for the love of the kids or the love of the job, just the insurance.

I am not one to do a lot of complaining about anything, but to me this seemed to be a dumb reason for having a job. But then when I looked at the ages of these drivers I guess I could understand, they were older and they couldn’t get jobs elsewhere. I still don’t feel this is right, no matter if it is the only way to get insurance.

Keep those promises!

One of my students who made the biggest impression on me was a girl, she was living with her uncle for reasons unknown to me. She was in high school and she was the one who dubbed me Mrs. Brown. She was my dancer. I was forever looking in my mirror to see her standing and dancing. She loved the music that I had playing on the radio. I promised her that if she sat during out bus trip, one day (I wasn’t saying when) I’d stop the bus and we’d all dance.

One day as I was turning around the bus I hit the air brakes, locking the bus into place and stood up. The kids had no idea what I was doing, they thought someone was in trouble. I turned up the radio and said “It’s time to dance!” For the entire song we all danced in the aisles and in front of the seats, where ever anyone could find room to move their feet. At that moment in time I was dubbed “The best bus driver in the world!”

Thanks Mom!

For Christmas that year I enlisted my mother’s help, little knowing it would be her last Christmas. She made 75 plastic canvas school bus ornaments with the number 33 emblazoned on them. For each child they got a bag of candy and an ornament as their gift from me.

Mess makers

From time to time as you can imagine there were messes made on the bus, with paper and what not littering the floor. I asked some of the other drivers what they did about this. Some gave bus slips (of course) others had the students sweep the bus. I thought this was a good plan, it would teach consequences for making a mess. Little did I know this would be my downfall from being a bus driver.

Whenever I caught the students making a mess, most of them accepted their punishment without question. One day 3 students made a big mess with paper, so for each of them they would sweep the bus one day a piece. The first little girl thought this was unreasonable of me and proceeded to call her friends complaining and letting them know they would be next in the line of sweepers.

Woman's Work?

The next morning I was confronted on the bus by the father of a little boy. He felt it was unreasonable of me to ask his son to do ’Woman’s work’. When I explained to him that his son made a mess and I felt it was only reasonable to ask him to clean it up, he stated that it was my bus therefore my responsibility to clean it. I told him that my options were either have his boy clean or give him a bus slip, 4 bus slips and he would be off for 10 days. In my wording of our conversation here, it sounds like a pleasant conversation, it was not. He did a lot of yelling and screaming at me, in a very threatening manor.

It was still dark out, there were only 7 students on the bus, I was in an area that cell phones didn’t work and lets face it, I was darned scared. When I got back to the transportation office I spoke with my supervisor about the incident, asking him what to do. I was told if it should happen again, click down the handle of the mic on the CB radio. He did not offer to call the parent or even speak with him regarding this.

The student was very apologetic to me about his father‘s reaction. He even offered to sweep the bus for me. His little brother was entirely different matter, he decided that his daddy was right, I was wrong and he could do anything he wanted to me. He found out different, he got his final bus slip and was kicked off for 10 days. He was the second student I had to do this to, the first one being the one who started the fight.

 

Getting shot at IS frightening

Because the parent had to take the one child to school all of those children (4) rode with Dad. On my last day of driving, I passed by the house and heard a noise, I looked at one of my many mirrors and noticed that it was broken. My mirror had been shot out. There were no other houses, no over hanging trees.

One of the few remaining students on the bus that day had seen it. She was terrified. I tried remaining calm for the kids’ sake, and yes it was difficult. I dropped the rest of the kids off and called the office on my CB. I met the police there and it was agreed that yes, I was shot at. My supervisor had left for the day and I would have to wait until Monday to talk to him.

When Monday rolled around I spoke with him on the phone. He didn’t feel that anything wrong had happened. When I suggested that we change the bus stop to the church parking lot on the corner he didn’t feel it would be appropriate, it would ’put out’ too many parents. There were a total of 8 kids on this road, 4 stops.

 

Mom first - Bus driver second

I made my decision based on my supervisors reaction. I decided that my job at home as a mother was too important. My children needed their mother alive, not dead. So I gave up bus driving. I’m still not sure exactly who shot at me, I know the house and which side of the road the shot came from. But I will say this, one day a few weeks after leaving my job the little boy, with who this originally started with, seen me in the store and came up to me and hugged me telling me that he really missed me and wished I’d come back to driving.

 

How 1 person can impact you

I can tell you that I really enjoyed being a bus driver, I still feel that those kids deserve a warm smiling face when they get on the bus. I still feel that a bus drivers attitude can have a great impact on the students day. Driving those kids to and from school made me feel as though I was contributing to an important part of their day. It wasn’t the kids who made me give up my job, it was the parent of 1 student.

 

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LillyGrillzit 6 years ago from The River Valley, Arkansas

Sweetsusieg - I love your writing. I sat here eating a bowl of "Light Death by Chocolate" while reading this Hub. I couldn't stop reading. "...and then...what happened?..."

Thanks for the Bus Driver story.


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suziecat7 6 years ago from Asheville, NC

God bless you. You need mega-patience and lots of love. Great Hub - rated up.


"Quill" 6 years ago

As I was reading of the terrible driver before you I could not help but think of the many people who are placed in a position of authority and the abuse they can dish out because of maybe something in their past.

Everyone is a person large or small and they deserve to be treated with respect and in turn the love returns so many times over. Think I would rather ride on your bus...

Hugs and Blessings


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Sweetsusieg 6 years ago from Michigan Author

Lilly - Nothing happened to anyone, they got away with it, I gave up my job. My Supervisor didn't feel that we could press any issues and "After all you weren't hurt" (those were his words) mine were "This time, what about next time"!

He didn't want to inconvenience the parents.... Ummm would my kids have been inconvenienced? My husband? Even if the only thing that happened was the glass breaking causing me to lose control? What about the psyche of the kids still on the bus? I was angry that he refused to do anything. They finally, after 2 more bus drivers broke that route up into 2. So instead of 1 1/2 hour bus ride it was 45 minutes.


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Sweetsusieg 6 years ago from Michigan Author

suziecat7 - I really do love kids and being around them its the mean adults I can't stand. Over the years I have learned to acquire patience, particularly when it comes to kids. So many have so little of it in their lives.

Quill - Having been subjected to many different areas where adult abuse their power around children, I should write a book about it rather than the one Hub I have.

I worked for a very short time at the local school in the lunch room. Some of those lunch ladies were down right MEAN... They didn't feel that kids who had ISS (in school suspension) should get lunch at all. They did not know why those kids were in there, yet had an opinion like that. How sad!

Thank you, you would be welcome to ride on my bus. (well, if I still had one) That bus driver before me, he still drives and he is still mean. It's all about the insurance with him as well. I'm glad my kids are all graduated now!

Thank you all for stopping by and commenting!


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JohnBarret 6 years ago

Well, really its hard for men to tackle lots of children, but women are naturally carer of children. I think if they hire more women as drivers in schools like Pre-school teachers, it will help a lot.


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daydreamer13 6 years ago

Very nice! Voted up!


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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

susie - a bus driver with a heart and a smile for every child. No wonder you didn't last too long. Didn't you know you were breaking every rule in the Bus Driver Manual?

How sad that school officials don't understand all this. Thanks for your interesting story.


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Sweetsusieg 6 years ago from Michigan Author

LOL - I knew I was doing something wrong, I had to be breaking all the rules somewhere. I really did love that job though. Too much fun.

I wish they did understand things, like forcing people to have a psych evaluation before hiring them.

Thanks for stopping by!


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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

OMG, susie, what a thought. If organizations required a psych evaluation of prospective employees first, few folks would be hired. Really!


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Dave Mathews 6 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

I don't think I could last even one day as a school bus driver, for if the students did not strap themselves in their seats and sit perfectly quietly as I drove there would be hell to pay. I cannot drive with distractions of any kind.

Brother Dave.


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Sweetsusieg 6 years ago from Michigan Author

drbj - wouldn't that be funny? Would make people sit up and take notice, get their heads screwed on right cause an empty belly sure don't feel so good.

Dave - good thing you were never a bus driver!! Cause them kids have a hard time sitting still. As for quiet, ain't gonna happen. You gotta figure, They're in school quiet most of the day, bus time is for socializing and taking to friends. I never minded the noise, for the most part I just blocked it out.

So what do you do when your wife wants to talk? Please don't tell me you make her be quiet!!! LOL

Thanks for stopping by and commenting!


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Dave Mathews 6 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

sweetsusieg: My wife, No Not at all. I don't mind conversation,and I couldn't shut her up even if I wanted to, I kid with her sometimes saying that her mouth reminds me of a racing motor boat engine, but 20 or so screeming kids Nope not for me.

Brother Dave.


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Sweetsusieg 6 years ago from Michigan Author

LOL - My Mom used to say that my mouth runs like a whippoorwills ass... LOL One of these days I'm gonna see a video of a whippoorwill!! Look at it this way, at least you'll never be bored with her around!!


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JillKostow 6 years ago from Pennsylvania

Reading your hub and hearing your experience made me wonder if you and our bus driver are related:) There are only a few great bus drivers and I am glad our kids have one of them. She is the most wonderful, caring person that watches over my children each day. If I would be late for the bus stop, she would call me and wait for me to get there. She also interacts with my kids in such a way that encourges them to keep aiming for great things in the future!! I am glad the students you transported got to experience that also.


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Sweetsusieg 6 years ago from Michigan Author

Thanks Jill!! If gives me hope to know that there is at least 1 other Bus Driver out there who cares about kids. Each and every one of those kids were special to me. I often think about the little girl who was terrified when my mirror was shot out. I did my best to remain calm, but I know she was scared.

Thanks for stopping by!!


Sue 4 years ago

I enjoyed reading your insightful story. I am studying for the driving permit to do what you did. Although, I am not exactly sure why I want to be a bus driver. I am still thinking of what I will say.


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Sweetsusieg 4 years ago from Michigan Author

I just enjoyed the job itself. It truly was a great experience for me.


Joyce 4 years ago

I read your post and I agree that a love for children have to be at the top of the list for wanting to be a bus driver. I also believe everyones experience is unique and we all would love to have experiences like yours. As a sub driver for almost a year and a half until I was hired as a full time driver, I drove the best and worse routes. One thing I learned early is not to joke and play around with your students. You have to separate friendship from profession. The minute I showed any kind of sign of not being serious. I do not think that one should be looked down upon because they look at the beneftis a job has to offer. These days you have to. I do believe bus driver get a bad rep and that while people beat up on them it is not a job that most can handle. I don't need to mention how other motorist treat us on the highway. It is sickening. How we get called in on by parents and other motorist for speeding when you are going the speed limit but that is not good enough. I mean how judgemental is it that you are not perfect but that you can judge someone else. I just think that if people spent more time appreciating bus drivers than cutting them down and getting to know what really happens and not drawing a conclusion from an isolated incident they would undestand that we take pride in our jobs. We want to what we do best...be safe drivers and take care of the students. Just stop critizing us because everyones situation is different.


Jen V 4 years ago

I really Enjoy this story! After reading your story I was considering being a Bus Driver But Now I'm not so sure LOL but I was a Bus Monitor and kids do not listen sometimes but I always learned how to control my situation, And of course you get attach to the kids, but it was really sad because I liked my job, and I liked what I did, Well when I was working at a bus company I was like the "Bus Monitor So the bus driver wouldn't had to worry because I would watch the kid my self there was only one student at first it really didn't go well because he had autism but I really enjoy the challenge, and communicating with the student, I was sad that I had to leave my job, but I would always give him stickers or one small christmas present, but after awhile that i stay we didn't had no problems at all, but sure you will have those kids when they're trouble makers but you take life as it is but I really Enjoy but it was sad for me to go. But I enjoy your Story! :)


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Sweetsusieg 4 years ago from Michigan Author

I really did love the job and the kids, they were great. I suppose there could have been a different solution in the form of communication with the parents. If I'd have had a supportive Supervisor things might have turned out better.

If you get the opportunity go for it!!

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