My school bus summers
Come, take a wander down memory lane. Today marks thirty-five years since I last started a simmer school, as an administrator. There are still a lot of memories from that period.
I spent more than a decade involved in the residence side of life. That is, I provided the anchor for a lot of young visitors to the province, and tried to keep them from having fin. Not literally, but I cannot deny that I was the one that killed late night fiesta. With diplomacy, but when I came to the door, it was time to consider how necessary sleep would be inf you had to spend the next day as a student.
Of course, I also instigated most activities. The guy with the mandate to call a beach bus, or set up a four hour dance using my library of songs. A little dull, but when you are captive in a student residence, any time can be a good time.
Think about it. One hundred and fifty youths, there to learn all the things their families had forbidden. I wonder if any look back with a wistful sense.
Now, I do not provide parties. For anyone. But the skill set is just slumbering. We are in to another summer. Today is a holiday, with burgers and fireworks. And I have no role in the show. They could call me, because I know a lot of ways to keep folks amused on a ninety minute bus trip.
As an aside, school bus seats are not designed for comfort.
