I got a job at a school teaching something. All the teachers were tasked with taking the students on trips. I was informed that I would be driving the bus for this trip. I explained that I didn’t have the experience of driving a bus, but was told that I had to anyway. I even put it in writing, and got a letter back saying that if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a job. For some reason, I couldn’t get another job, so I had to do the bus driving. So we went off down the road on a rainy day. The wipers were going back and forth, the students were normal, yelling and screaming, singing songs, chanting chants and generally having loads of fun. Driving was bad, but I was coping. The bus had this tendency to fight against me every minute. I had to press the brakes hard, and put the hand brake on, when the gear shift was in neutral, or else the bus would slowly move forwards or backwards, depending on what gear I had previously had the gearshift in....
2007-01-01
22:12:44
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