I’m one of those nerds who actually loved going to school growing up.
I couldn’t wait for my alarm to go off each morning so that I could get up and get to school as quickly as possible. I spent many hours each week taking extra-curricular classes and reading at the library. I was literally the definition of nerd. I’m very thankful for parents who encouraged me to study and do what I am good at. I loved school, and I put all my effort into so that I could get as much as possible out of it. Although I loved school a lot, I didn’t particularly like riding the bus. My bus driver wasn’t the nicest person in the world. As a matter of fact, he would say how much he hated kids as he drove the bus down the road. There were many bullies on the bus as well, but they weren’t anything compared to the days when the bus didn’t have heat. I’m not sure what was wrong with the heater in our bus, but it only worked half the time, and when it did work, it didn’t work very well. I remember always freezing on our hour long bus rides to and from school in the wintertime. Not having heat made riding the school bus so much worse, and I did everything I could to not have to ride the bus during the wintertime. I would try and catch rides with friends, or stay after school for extracurricular programs so that my mom would have to pick me up in the heated car. I truly loved school, but I hated riding that old, cold bus.
