Bus Driver's Prayer

Short Story The river was roaring past the children and their teacher, as the group of kids tried in vain to understand the teacher's inaudible mutterings. Not one of them could understand or comprehend what the teacher was saying, and being the lively, uncontrollable brats that they were, they didn't care anyway. When the teacher stopped talking, he motioned for the children

outside as Hannah stood waiting for the bus. She had just moved to a new neighborhood and was still settling in. she heard a loud noise some beeping, “finally” she said to herself. As she got on the bus she realized there was a different bus driver. As she sat down she heard the kids whispering in front of her that the bus driver called in sick and that the new bus driver was the meanest of them all. “It's already a bad day” she thought silently. The bus made two more stops until Hannah was at school

As we are nearing our destination our bus driver yells out “I am going to stop at this gas station and fill up.” When our bus driver came back onto the bus he exclaimed “The gas station is out of gasoline so we will stay here overnight.” Then, everyone in the bus started grunting and moaning. “But guys we can make this fun if we tell stories to pass the time, Here, I will start.” I said. And we began telling each other our stories. “Can we please adopt this one, Mom? Pretty please, he is so cute

I had a scary dream one night and I was sitting on the bus with a sack in my hands that my bus driver told me to hold for him. I wanted to be nosey but I figured it was best to not get into the bus driver’s business. My bus driver kept acting weird and telling me things about my sister that I didn’t know and it was starting to creep me out. When I left the house that day my sister was going to a friend's house to hang out. This creepy bus driver was talking to me about my sister and her friend and

I moved to an international school, in which I would stay four years. Here, a new episode of my life started as I became independent and started running my own life. I remember stepping on the big red bus for the first time going into the city with my friend. It was fascinating, from the grumpy bus driver looking at you through a cloudy glass to the people around you. My friend and I started doing the same with trains embarking on journeys, which we called ‘London Adventures’. I soon

Steaks came through the doorway of the bus garage first and then followed by Pamela and the first of the train of children. Albert leaning out from the doorway of a bus uttered, “Oh, thank God,” when he saw them, and then added, “come on,” motioning with his hands. The children began piling into the bus as fast as their little legs could carry them. Once everyone was aboard, Alfred put two fingers in his mouth and whistled

deep pain from some of his life experiences. This is an area where much love, prayer and support is needed and I hope we can continue to provide some of this as a congregation. Second, I was astonished by the degree of perseverance, fearlessness and independence from someone who literacy level is somewhere around second grade. Valarie seems capable of some many things that I even might struggle with, like navigating the bus system, and yet is still so far from being able to independently care for himself

checked and double checked that we had everything we needed. Brittany yelled, “Chelcie you need to check again”. I exclaimed, “I got it all! Let's go!” We all loaded the bus put our bags in the seat right behind the driver's seat like always, and we were on our way. When we got to the field we still had a while until we had to get off the bus to warm up. We kicked Coach Whiddon and Coach Short out so we could change and started getting ready. First everyone started putting on their uniforms, and then we

As my alarm clock startled me from sweet dreams, I grinned realizing game day had come upon us. I leapt out of bed in excitement as I skipped to the bathroom. I filled the bathroom with “Today’s Hits” on Pandora, sprang in the shower, and danced while scrubbing my hair. After showering, I brushed my teeth, gave the mirror a cheesy smile, and headed to my room. I slipped into my Crestwood Girls Basketball long sleeve and a pair of jeans. I combed through my hair and decided to let it air dry. I gulped

as a teacher at Highlander Folk School. This is where Septima Clark would make her mark on history. She began by teaching “literacy cources” where she would teach uneducated adults simple things like how to fill out a voter registration card or a driver’s license forms. Clark saw a need for this type of education and realized that this was the key to the advancement of the African American people. It was through these ideas that Septima Clark eventually developed the idea for “Citizenship Schools”