School's nearly over, and a lot of elementary kids mark the fact by giving their teaches and their bus drivers little gifts. On my morning run today, one gave me a little cup full of candy, and a note:
Thank you for driving me to and from school safely! You are the best bus driver ever!
Makes you feel good, y'know?
As for the otherwise .... Substituted on a kindergarten run for a colleague who was out today. Looked back in the mirror to see two boys rolling on the floor, one holding the other in a hammer lock. Ugh. Separated them and asked them if their teacher lets them do that in class.
"No."
Does their bus driver let them do that on the bus?
"No"
Then why were they doing it now?
No answer.
Assigned them seats some distance from the other, but a couple of minutes later they were in the same seat, punching each other.
Sigh.
So sometimes I wonder why I ever step into that big yellow box. But that "best bus driver ever" note, and kids like the one who wrote it, answer the question ....
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