I put the van into park. The rain drizzled. Two girls bust open the van doors.
"I hate this fucking club!"
that was the first thing Amber said as she jumped into the van.
Mandy responded, "you owe me cup-o-noodles Annie, this is all your fault!"
Earlier that day I handed them a plastic bag filled with a few dollar bills and twelve quarters. I wrote a note and stuck it with the loose change. The note read, "Bus Fare Money for Health Clinic."
Amber and Mandy took the wrong bus. They asked a friend at school which bus to take. The friend said the 245. They should have taken the 271. It was now 5:00pm. Amber and Mandy first got onto the bus at 2:30. They wasted the entire afternoon on the bus. They missed their appointment and didn't get free birth control.
By the time I put pressure on the gas petal it was very clear that every unfortunate event from the moment their feet left school grounds was my fault.
I conveyed my apologies and asked for the change back.
Mandy playfully responded, "You don't deserve to get the money back. You owe us big time."
A dear fried once told me that the main problem with the education system has little to do with the techniques or strategies of the educators. The fact is many students don't care. Their apathy is the problem. The students are the problem. The way in which they think or act is extremely misconstrued, yet we try to 'meet them where they are at' and 'acknowledge all of their feelings as truth.'
I turned on the radio and drove them home.