The Bus StopA Story by Sarah HawkinsonI've taken the bus my whole life so all the experiences listed below are true to my memory.
The Bus Stop The bus stop: this place can be a wondrous treasure of experiences, however, it can turn to terror for an inexperienced novice. The act of standing, feeling without purpose can be tedious, especially if one is too early. The cars zooming by kicking wind towards oneself on a particularly cold morning can add to an already uncomfortable situation. (Though anyone can benefit the breeze in mid-August.) One stands close to the curb of the sidewalk feeling the rush of the drivers’ speed, soon feeling alone again once they have passed. Not only is this place a simple place, tiny to the universe, it is the place to go for an enticing ride. Many kinds of buses help the elderly, the poor, the young without a license, and the willing writer get from one place to another. The ill experienced and adapted undergo intriguing events, whether gripping, simply amusing, or down right terrible. Let us being at the start. Elementary School: the place to achieve basic skills in which to enlighten the everyday human brain. This is the level that requires adult supervision of the children, though sometimes, they are seen waiting alone. In these cases, it is recommended that the parent makes sure there are more children at the bus stop to wait alongside each other. Once boarded, the child may catch up with friends or feel utterly alone. The student is brought to the lower education school to learn the simple knowledge needed to grow into a round adult. Middle School: the stage of awkwardness and inability to find oneself. Often made fun of, the student can now wait by their lonesome, still there is an exception: the over vigilant parent, which can frequently only cause more grief and humiliation to the child. This occurs once on the bus when the ridiculing is at its strongest. High School: this can be the location of discovery and awareness, which can lead to experimentation. The yellow bus remains available for a hefty price. On average, merely two to two and a half years students are transported publicly or privately, given sixteen is the legal age to drive. Like before, there are exceptions. The students not willing to drive, unable to drive, or too busy reading and writing to take the damn test, are often the ones waiting in the early a.m. Depending on the year of education, teasing is varied. In earlier years, students may be expected to have senior friends that drive or be dropped off by their parents. In the later years, friends may flout, strangers may sneer, and teachers may taunt the seventeen-eighteen year old senior who needs to take public transportation. Once graduated, the student attends the free-spirited campus of college. One might be faced with the wait again by not receiving a license by this time. The public city bus is a daunting yet fascinating place. The handicapped being lifted onto the bus by the wheelchair dumbwaiter to ride, and lowered again to get off. The mentally unstable bicker with each other about various food items. An elderly woman compliments a shy writer describing her as the most attractive girl she has seen. So to take the bus whether short, public, school, or private, it is recommended to have confidence, accept that it is the only way at the time, and stop reading long enough to take the driving test. © 2009 Sarah HawkinsonFeatured Review
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12 Reviews Added on February 21, 2009 AuthorSarah HawkinsonCAAboutI have a dream of becoming a fashion writer, but horror writing is deep in my heart, as I have been writing it for ten years. more..Writing
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