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Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
by Barbara Park
Not me getting nostalgic over when I and my first-grade class used to sit on the carpet and beg our teacher to read this to us.
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I can totally relate to not wanting to be on the bus XD Once when I was in Kindergarten I and two other kids (a bit older than me) were told to ride a bus that I knew I wasn't supposed to ride, so I kept on trying to tell my teacher that I was supposed to ride bus 9. She told me to be quiet so I was. Well, when I got on the bus I and the two other kids were the last ones and I started sobbing. The bus driver told us there had been a mixup. It was nearing 5:30 and I was usually off by 4. Not only that, my parents had no clue where I was and were calling the school frantically trying to figure out what happened to their daughter. They took us back to the school and our parents picked us up. I'm pretty sure the principal walked me to the bus for the next few days. I learned that, later, it was because my grandmother reigned hell on them after I told her that I had told them I wasn't on the right bus but they wouldn't let me get off and wouldn't even check.
So, yeah, completely understand hating the schoolbus cause I was terrified that that would happen again.
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I can totally relate to not wanting to be on the bus XD Once when I was in Kindergarten I and two other kids (a bit older than me) were told to ride a bus that I knew I wasn't supposed to ride, so I kept on trying to tell my teacher that I was supposed to ride bus 9. She told me to be quiet so I was. Well, when I got on the bus I and the two other kids were the last ones and I started sobbing. The bus driver told us there had been a mixup. It was nearing 5:30 and I was usually off by 4. Not only that, my parents had no clue where I was and were calling the school frantically trying to figure out what happened to their daughter. They took us back to the school and our parents picked us up. I'm pretty sure the principal walked me to the bus for the next few days. I learned that, later, it was because my grandmother reigned hell on them after I told her that I had told them I wasn't on the right bus but they wouldn't let me get off and wouldn't even check.
So, yeah, completely understand hating the schoolbus cause I was terrified that that would happen again.