How would you like to start your morning with:
“I'm fine but the bus got into an accident. Don't call. I'm fine.”
DON'T CALL??? I'M FINE???? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED??
Then I realize...teenager on bus with unknown number of other students. He doesn't want them listening to him talking to his mom. He didn't say, “Don't text.” So we text. Here's the gist from the paper
I do like how the school handled the incident. THE superintendent of transportation called me personally and talked for at least ten minutes answering all my questions.
Later in the day, I got an email from him with the link to the online immediate article. I'm sure our print paper (yes, we still get one...old fashioned and The Swede is a columnist so I like to save the newsprint copies of his articles) will have a bit more info.
My Transporter is fine, though still a bit shaken from the incident. He had thought they'd all be sent home, but another bus picked them up and took them to school. He was sitting sideways in his seat talking to friends so he didn't get any whiplash. Pretty sure the students who were sleeping might not have fared as well...
As to the sleeping thing, this brings up a point I've been wanting to address for a while. Let's take a survey of parents, shall we? Who sleeps latest, your toddler, your elementary school child, your middle school child, or YOUR TEENAGE CHILD? Why do the teenagers have to be on the bus at 6:30 in the morning and the kids who have been running around the house for two hours get picked up at 8? As a former middle school teacher who taught many a first period class, let me tell you: they are not firing on all cylinders at 7:28 in the morning. And what's up with the 7:28? Would it kill you to start at 7:25 or 7:30? You know, NORMAL numbers? Never did quite get that...we ended school at 2:12. Seriously. The elementary kids couldn't burn off three more minutes?? But I digress. Worried and stressed mothers do that.
So my boy who lived, lived again. Can't stop hugging him. And he can't stop coming to find me to talk about random things. Teenage mother/son love is a beautiful thing.