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.