Bus stop

thinking this will be grand. I leap onto the bus expecting to sit with a friend. As I saw all the faces I some what recognized I noticed there was no spot for me. As I scanned the bus the only spot open was next to the secretary. I plopped into the seat. I started to introduce myself and she seemed to be really nice. We chatted for the hour long bus ride talking about so many things. As I peered out the window I noticed we had arrived. I hopped off the bus and climbed up the slope. It was quite…

I woke up as the bus trundled down the road through the Ozarks of Missouri in the early hours of a winter’s night; it was frigid. I was wearing only jeans and a flight jacket. In the back of the bus, two old guys shared a paper bag between them. Well, being only seventeen they seemed old to me. The smell of booze and rancid men invaded the bus for a long ride from Kansas City to Fort Leonard Wood Missouri, through the Ozarks. The sun was starting to come up, but the temperature was still below…

money and stuff, but sent a letter explain about it. 3 Relate: I can relate to this because I have lost my wallet before, but luckily I found it later. I forgot my wallet on the bus, so I went to the bus station and told the customer service representative. I told her what bus I was on and the time. She went to the bus and amazingly it still there. It is rare that nobody saw it on a sit of a public…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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 talking. …

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…