I met Bus Boy last Spring during my stint working as an admin when the discipline referrals were starting to overwhelm the office, threatening to bury the Guidance Diva under mounds of paper. It's also known as the season When the Kids Went Freaking Insane After the Very Big Deal Government Mandated Tests.
Anyway. I recognized Bus Boy's last name - it's a bit unusual - because I had his brother. We only had a few weeks of school left so we had a little heart to heart about behaving on the bus and helping him to realize he had just a Few More Days to deal with the bus, and he Could Do It! So, it was a bit funny when I looked at my rosters and I realized that Bus Boy was going to be in my home room this year. I actually liked the kid.
And truth be told, I still like him. He's personable and funny (a lot more animated than his older, very serious, brother), and a pretty good student. However, on his student information sheet, he answered the question "What do you like the least about school," with "My bus driver and riding the bus!"
So, he still hates the bus. Go figure.
In any case, most of our after school clubs are starting to meet this week, and yesterday he stayed after they dismissed bus riders so he could attend game club. He also handed me an application for knitting club which will be meeting on Fridays. (He is the sixth boy in knitting club so far.)
"Bus Boy," I asked him, "just curious. Why'd you join the knitting club?"
"Oh, my friend is in it," he said, "And I already know how to crochet, so I figured I'd give knitting a try."
I'll be honest, this just about cracked me up, and I chalked it up as one of the more entertaining comments I'd heard this past week. And, truth be told, it is a pretty fair reason why a kid would want to stay for knitting club (especially since he's a boy.)
But then today I noticed he was staying late again.
"So Bus Boy," I asked him "what club are you staying after for today?"
"Oh, newspaper club," he said. "I think that sounds like fun and I have a digital camera to take pictures."
And then it dawned on me that this kid has really gotten it figured out. He hates the bus. He hates the bus driver. Solution? Join clubs that meet every single day of the week so he never has to ride the bus home and his brother or parents have to come pick him up.
I can't wait to see what club he's going to be attending tomorrow.