New Faces Pass By Each Day

I originally wrote this in early September.

Their was a new bus driver that day, he seems more enthusiastic about his job than the other one. The old one never smiled. As I would come to find out in the following weeks the new driver was not just a substitute for the old one, perhaps the old one was the substitute. At the time I didn't know this and was terrified by my new drivers driving! He sped down hills and slammed on the brakes. I thought death was a definite possibility. As I sat on the bus, my headphones blocking off the rest of the world I noticed the people who silently pass in and out of my life in the blink of an eye.

Theirs the quiet, brooding social sitting in the back corner, the petsmart employee, the girl who looks way to young to be reading the cosmo article on "bad girl sex". I only saw one familiar face that day in the weeks that followed I came to think of him as pajama boy. one day he wore these really loudly patterned pajama pants and it always stuck in my mind. He was wearing what MTV has shoved down our throats as being the "in" look. The stereotypical uniform of the future rap superstar. Everything form the red shirt that looked like a 3 xl on his wiry frame to the baggy jeans practically falling off his small body screamed "I do what MTV says!" The standard overpriced baseball cap that looked like it didn't even know what a field was, was sitting perched on his head. His hat alone probably cost more than my outfit all together. At this point i had decided that this guy must be a walking stereotype and looked to see what overdone watch he decided to pair with his ludicrous outfit..........to be continued

BUS- 10/9/2009

Today headphone boy and backpack boy were sitting next to each other and were in a very boisterous mood. Headphone boy I’ve discovered is an aspiring rapper. Today he had his “beats” turned up very loud in his headphones. I could hear it across the bus. He was showing backpack boy his new rap. They were both bobbing there head to the bass as headphone boy was “spitting his rhymes”. They brought a lightness to the beginning of the day, they’re happiness and how they didn’t care about what the people around them thought of them was infectious. They were just happy, plain and simple. At this point I knew it was going to be a good Friday.

Later when I got to class, it being “fun Friday” (Mrs.Morton’s words, not mine), we colored. We read a piece rich in symbolism, so we illustrated different symbols from the story. I didn’t learn anything, but I actually talked to people in my class. I talked to Alex and Francisco. There was another girl who I talked to, I can never remember her name. The individual coloring project ended up a group project with Alex and Francisco contributing to mine. It was definitely something to see. Overall I would say the class was fun, I think I may actually be making friends.

Bus Observation

The boy in the headphones has caught my attention again today. He is sitting almost right next to me on the raggedy bus seat. He is so close I can smell him;although it's possible he just overdid it with the AXE this morning. He sits hunched over with his elbows and forearms resting against his legs. Head bobbing to music I can't hear, the attitude exuding from him is that of a quiet confidence ready to prove himself. his ease with the people surrounding him on the crowded bus amazes me. He easily starts a conversation with the girl on his right side, leaning back as he talks to her, his body language unfolding. The conversation ends quickly as if he has gotten all he can from the conversation and has grown awkward. When the bus begins to empty he moves his thin, tall frame to the other side of the bus. He moves away from the girl and the rising tension and pressure to talk to her.

When he gets off the bus I feel like I'm stalking him. His class is near mine, we walk almost parallel paths across campus. We both take a different winding path to the same place; I can't help but keep searching him out with my eyes as I wind across campus on my way to my morning classes. For one reason or another, his image sticks in my brain and I can't shake him. I begin to wonder if he ever notices me. I almost worked up the nerve to start up a conversation with him today, but he slid his headphones on, crushing my hope.

Maybe one day soon I'll work up the nerve. Maybe we'll be friends, but most likely not. I've begun to think of him as my silent bus buddy. Every time the bus pulls up to his stop, I look to make sure he's there. Then I sit and silently hope that today will be the day he goes from silent to real. Nothing has changed yet, but I hold on to the hope.

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This blog is neither fact nor fiction.

Some is taken form my day to day life, other parts will be inspired by my day to day life, still other parts will be completely false.

Never take what you read to heart, It is most likely not true. I just want a place for my writing to go to other my a notebook. Isn't that what everyone is looking for, an audience? we all just want to know that a piece of ourselves impacted the world around us.

I'm no different than you.

This is me opening up and throwing my piece into the world.