On school bus stops

For your viewing pleasure, I've updated this post with different pictures ...
I ran by many schoolchildren waiting for the bus this morning and it brought back painful memories. You see, I went to Catholic school through 8th grade. And even though my bus stop was 5 houses down from mine, my mom INSISTED she stand there with me at the stop every morning. Granted it was on a "major" intersection in my town and I was the only one standing there, but still. So there I stood morning after morning in my plaid dress and knee-high socks darting my eyes from the public school kids passing by on their own buses. I was so nervous to go to public high school thinking the kids would remember me as the nerdy private school girl ... but instead, I went into high school with glasses, braces and bad hair, so they forgot my past quickly.

This is me in 7th grade. I couldn't use the one from 8th grade because my mom chopped off my head in the picture. She's short you know.

Here I am on my first day of 9th grade. The quality sucks, but you get the idea. The after-perm look, the Daffy Duck glasses ...

Bus-riding got better in high school after I figured out that my bus went right by my house and the driver liked me enough to stop as she saw me running out of my house. And yes, I rode the bus pretty much up through my senior year. Kids today would gaffe at that!

Ahh the memories ... sorry for my random post!