Bus rapid transit

As I walked out of my car and up to the school bus I thought of all the memories on the bus. I stepped up the stairs and saw Rodney mopey as ever sitting in the bus driver's seat. As I walked back among all the sad mopey faces I started to smell all the body odor. I sat down next to a random kid. I rode on the bus to school it was silent because everyone was so tired. Once we got there I walked into school said hi to everybody and waited for the bell to ring. Then I headed for the first time to…

the house because he was scared of Mr. Shears. In Christopher’s book he wrote “ And then I heard Mother’s voice and she was shouting, ‘Christopher…? Christopher…’ and she was running down the road, so I came out from between the skip and the Ford Transit van and she ran up to me and said, ‘Jesus Christ,’ and she stood in front of me and pointed her finger in my face and said, ‘ If you ever do that again, I swear to God, Christopher, I love you, but… I don’t know what I’ll do.” Judy panic the…

Jealousy and anger are common everywhere you go. From video games to real life countries, jealousy can always be found. In the story “All Summer in a Day” by: Ray Bradbury, a girl is put on Venus and is picked on by all the other Venusian kids for remembering the sun. They are mad, you see, because the sun only ever comes out every 7 years for only 2 hours. The reason for writing this is so the two themes of the story “All Summer in a Day,” which are jealousy and anger, can be shown and told to…

The 51 bus moves slowly, rumbling wearily down the road, huffing and puffing like my old Grandpa. I don't care. Its a beautiful morning- dappled sunlight streak through the leaves of the Puriri that line the road on either side, and a cloudless sky rolls overhead. I lean against the dirty window, gazing up at the large blue expanse. It blows my mind, because I feel as though there is too much beauty in that beautiful blue oblivion, endless and overwhelming. I love her, I know. Old, worn out…

The sun shines as the yellow bus turns the corner and moves its way up the street. My mom and dad are sitting in the front seat as I am sitting in my car seat in the back. A green backpack is strapped to my shoulders. I am a tad nervous, but excited at the same time. Closer and closer comes the bus. Sun shining into the car, the door opens and I hop out onto the pavement. There are other kids waiting for the bus too. Kids that are older than I, huddle in a circle next to the red stop sign…

house and it was taking a while. She lived well south of San Francisco and it was a weekend so the trains weren’t running. Instead you had to go to the station and a take a bus but the bus didn’t stop at every station and I had been at the wrong depot so I had to take a bus just to get to the place where I caught the bus and that bus didn’t come for half an hour so I sat on the long pews with the other passengers and waited for my ride home. I only saw my girlfriend maybe once a week because…

The busses stopped in the middle of a parking lot, so we could pick up the bagels and a new bus driver! It seemed like forever as we drove through the mountains on the way to Pennsylvania, but I had a blast! My bus passed the time by constantly singing to Journey and One Direction, as well as screaming every time we passed through a tunnel. After a couple of hours of beautiful scenery (and singing)…

in any crimes or emergencies that occur throughout the city. The photo shows one of the vehicles, officers use daily. The TTC is a public transportation service in Toronto, Canada. Riders must pay a fare in order to take the transit bus, streetcar, subway or other transit service.The image I used shows one of the buses that picks up passengers. The Toronto Zoo is a great tourism site for Torontonians, as well as any tourists that visits the city. It lets people of all ages to experience…

Theme By Kassie Rain. It's always raining. That's the problem in the story All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury. In the setting, Venus, no one ever sees even a glimpse of sunlight. But, finally there is a chance! For the first time in seven years, the rain is going away. Everyone is excited and waiting. Even a frail girl named Margot. Margot is the only kid in her class that knows what the sun looks like. She is the only one that knows what it feels like, what it is like, and her classmates…

I sat there in silence on the bus, frustrated at the conditions of the day. The one time I was going to be late was the only day I cared about going to school. Anyway, I exited the bus and rushed towards school. The teachers waiting at the gate like predators, waiting for the late-children as prey. They wanted our names, only to humiliate us by giving a detention…