Bus rapid transit

you can’t eat or drink on the bus,but students eat and drink all the time on the bus.If you don’t believe this you can look at the bus cameras to see how many students have done this.So there’s a problem with this rule existing because it’s like it doesn’t exist.This rule also exists for pointless reasons that will be explained later.So it’s time to change the rule or just get rid of it except there’s going to be a compromise.The no eating or drinking rule on the bus needs to be altered in a way…

nowhere. Searching for sleep, but just couldn't find it. November 26th, 1999. My friend Jacob and I set off to a camping trip to Cypress Creek, in Mansford, Washington. Well, it was with the whole 8th grade from our school. We had only one large School Bus, which was old, nasty and cold. There wasn’t a lot of 8th graders my school. It was called Ghetto High because many of the kids there were involved with the police often and especially drugs. The teachers said the trip was four hours to the…

Not unlike any other PVTA ride, my experience began with sprinting to catch the bus on time. Fortunately since the bus costs $1.25 to get anywhere, other Mount Holyoke students are busy trying to deposit their quarters or stuff their crumpled dollar bills into the machine so I had time to catch my breath before taking a seat. As the bus began meandering through South Hadley it almost felt like a suburban environment to a larger town. And I noticed the crowd was quite diverse compared to the…

Last October, I took a weeklong trip to Haiti. From Port au Prince, I took the bumpiest bus ride of my life eight hours into the country to rural Leon. Over the 187 miles outside of the capital, I passed one store, one bathroom, and a few shacks with the word “Bank” painted on them. The bus drove through a river, stopped for an hour while a makeshift road crew moved boulders that had fallen in the road and miraculously drove along the winding narrow dirt paths in the mountains with only the…

head down the bus stop, Sara was there dressed as a witch. Two feet next to her was a ghost dressed person. After five minutes, the ghost dressed head to me. I thought he was about to kill me. The ghost asked me ‘’how are you?’’ I answered ‘’ I’m fine’’ with a frightful voice. I couldn’t even answer his questions very properly, because I am scared that a stranger came and started talking to me. As the bus arrived, I saw my friends and I had a reflection in the bus and…

I took a slightly different approach and decided to evaluate Valley Metro’s bus system. I choose the public transportation because I use it on a regular basis and have become very familiar with the way operate and I had easy access to it. Every since the Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990 and the Federal Rehabilitation Act passed in 1973 Valley Metro has been dedicated to provide a transportation service that is contented and suitable for everyone. Valley Metro buses comply with the ADA…

A Memorable Journey I am barely able to drag my exhausted body and hardly lift my baggage heading towards the exit of the airport. After a lengthy stood waiting, in the dim light, I finally get on the bus drives me home. During the overnight bus ride, all the details of the journey are still echoing and these memories remain sharply engraved on my mind. Even I staring at the view that vanished in an instant out of the window, it reminds me the splendid lights which I saw in my journey. Within…

the comfort of a round sign with the sympathetic symbol of a bus. He checks his watch once composed against the sign; the soothing sigh shows relief and a shining sweating brow reflects the mottled sunlight that has travelled an epic journey from the son of the universe only to be blocked by a single half eaten leaf. The bus stop now has grown from a soldier to a garrison of people, each face exerting its own sonder…

afternoon where everyone was donning on summer clothing- tops and shorts. I am sitting in a sheltered bus stop near Hitchcock hall, a place where students are walking to class or waiting for bus. From where I am sitting, I could hear the chatters of peers, the beeping sound from the traffic light and the sound of vehicle’s engine. I was the first one to sit on the benches provided in the sheltered bus stop while some of my peers were standing near the marked sign. When another person came in to…

been reading for a while now. It was entitled “The Great Gatsby.” A classic novel, that he was recommended to read by his grandfather. The bus stopped once more to pick up a few more kids. And once again, Armin clutched to the seat as to not be thrown forward. He chuckled quietly when a few kids behind him face-planted into the blue seats that filled the bus. “It’s only the first day and some freshman is already taking our seat.” A boy sneered towering over Armin. Armin closed his book and…