24 thoughts on “I sat between Weirdos and Loud kids… Where, oh, where did you sit?

      • yup. back of the bus. at least on the few I was on back then.
        90% of the time we walked to school. not as many problems with weirdos back then.as most of the dad’s where WW2 vets.
        they didn’t put up with any shit back then.
        a better and more simple time.

  1. As far back as I could get. Always. Took a job in high school doing janitorial work at 5:00am just so that I didn’t have to ride that damn bus. Made a whole $1.25/hr minimum wage back then.
    For Greydog rides, front of the middle. Friendly lunatics sit up front to yak with the driver; unfriendly lunatics were in the far back seats. Just leamme alone.

  2. After getting caught kissing a girl on the bus in 1st grade, I got assigned to that 1/2-seat at the back of the bus, surrounded by high school kids.

  3. Right behind the driver because that’s where there was heat on cold Minnesota mornings.

    The rear heater was barely warm by the time we made it to school.

  4. Good grief, you expect me to remember THAT far back? I think it was any empty seat I could find. I wasn’t one of the popular kids.

  5. The depicted bus is way too long, On the short bus, it was not uncommon to be weird, loud, and well on your way to a life of alcohol and/or drug addiction-all at the same time.

  6. Where I went to skool, there were only two groups, because the loud kids and the future/current substance abusers had merged.

  7. I drove a bus as a retirement job. I lasted 3 years. When a 13 year old displayed her twat to me and her parents were more concerned about her seating partner I knew I was wasting my time.

  8. I supplied the paper to my fellow juvenile delinquents at the back of the bus to shoot spit wads at the bus driver.

    • Judy, I find it hard to believe you were a “juvenile delinquent.” Or, spit spit-wads at that poor driver. My behavioral spider senses tell me you were a solid citizen and not prone to displays of maleficence or hooliganism…

      • Let me tell you about the time we shot a cop in the ass with a Roman candle, and I almost gave our position away laughing so hard. Or, the time…let’s just say, I was no angel!

  9. My city in elementary you walked. In high school you walked in you lived less then 1 mile and I lived about 3/4 of a mile. My HS had 4000 students and we had 4 High Schools.

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