I don't remember if I told you all, but about two months ago I was having some problems with the school buses.
They gave me a bus schedule and verbally told me that my son was to ride Bus #4 home. Well, I went to the school and talked to bus driver #4 because we were going to do a practice run. The driver said "Oh, no! You need bus #5, I don't go anywhere near there." So, I go talk to bus #5 and she confirmed that was the proper bus. I asked why the confusion and she said "Oh, we have a brand new busing supervisor that doesn't know anything." So, I load my son onto the bus, intending to drive behind it and meet him at the bus stop. Well, I was at the stoplight, and the bus turned another direction. To make a long story short, the driver was mistaken, she goes no where near our house. She dropped my son off in some strange neighborhood on the other side of town. So, I called and luckily they were able to catch her on the radio and get her to go get my son and bring him to me. I was livid. My son was mortified. Can you imagine as a 7 year old the horrible feeling of being dropped off all alone in a neighborhood you've never seen before?
So, fast forward two months. This morning, I told Jaden that today was the day he would start riding the bus home. He was petrified. I reassured him that what had happened last time was a once in a lifetime thing. I swore up and down that it'd all go smooth this time and I'd be waiting for him at the bus stop. I called the school office, talked to the bus driver, and called the bus supervisor, plus I had a schedule saying that bus #1 was it. So I double triple confirmed that the information was right. I called the teacher and told her to make sure he gets on bus #1 and I wrote bus #1 on his hand.
So, I go to the bus stop this afternoon and wait and wait and wait. Bus #11 pulls up, but no bus #1. So, once again, I call the supervisor and she goes "Oh, I am so glad you called back. Jaden is to ride bus #6 home, not #1...I was mistaken." I flipped out. I was like "SO WHERE IN THE #%$^ IS MY SON!!!???" She was all "I don't know, but Bus #1 doesn't even go to his school any longer. We changed that." I was all "WELL YOU BETTER FIND MY SON FAST!" So, she radios all the buses in the area and calls me back and calmly says "I appologize, none of the buses picked your son up. We don't know where he is." I hung up on her and drove to his school. By then, school had been over for an hour and a half. I found my son wandering around by himself on an empty campus bawling his eyes out. I'd told him to stay put until he saw bus #1. He was still waiting for it, and he was freaking out because the school was empty.
So, by then, I am LIVID. I called the head superintendent of the school and ripped his head off. He made a few calls, and reassured me that it'd never happen again. He swore up and down that he double triple verified, and bus #6 is indeed the bus he rides home. I told him I didn't know who to trust and how can I believe my son will make it home safe. He said "I promise you that if your son boards bus #6 tomorrow, he'll make it home safe."
Well, I just got home and there is a voicemail "Hi, this is the superintendent, I appologize, but I made a mistake. It is not bus #6 that he rides home, it is bus #11. Sorry about the confusion."
Now, you can mess with me. But don't mess with my son. For God's sake, he is only in the 1st grade! I remember my biggest fear as a kid was boarding the wrong bus and getting lost in some strange area. I can't imagine how scared he must have been.
Anyways, thanks for listening to me rant. I hope I made sense. I'm so pi$$ed off that I can't see straight.
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:9 I'm glad he made it home safe! He must have been so scared! When I was in grade 2 something similar to that happened to me.
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