The wheels on the bus…
Remember when you were a kid and always wished the school would burn down? Hooray! No school! The building’s been gutted! Try this one on for size: the kids in Robbinsdale aren’t going to school today not because of a raging fire. They aren’t going to school because they can’t get a ride.
What? No ride? Yep. The school bus drivers are striking. Seen ‘em on the news this morning, in the dark, carrying a few signs, with some snow flakes coming down from the early morning sky. And inside? First graders, fifth graders, junior high kids, seniors at the high school, sleeping snugly in bed because no one would pick them up and drive them to school this morning. You got it: they called school off today because the bus drivers went on strike.
I’m appalled, really. I must come from the only town in the United States that doesn’t have school bus service within the city — only kids from rural areas were bused to school. Mom or Dad always dropped me off . . . or I walked . . . . but a bus in town? Hmm.
Then again, what’s a parent to do? Go to work earlier or later so they can drop off and pick up little Susie or Billy? Or, take the day off so he or she can stay home with their children? I’m sure that’s what many parents are doing today, unable to find day care at the last minute. Tomorrow? Start rearranging your schedules, parents, ‘cuz who knows how long the strike’s gonna last.
And kids? Run outside! Make snow angels! And just be happy it’s only the bus.
Real news about the strike. And a letter to students and parents from the school, stating the school will remain in session should a strike occur.
While I’m not posting my entire Christmas wish list online, I am going to say that the concept of a charm bracelet is really quite … charming.
I don’t generally post links to my work web site, but on this one occasion, I’m excited to share one of my favorite Christmas traditions: the St. Olaf Christmas Festival audio is now online.
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