Just One Day in the Life of a Bus Driver

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Every school year starts with a simple truth: for an hour or two twice a day, your kids become my kids. I don’t just see myself as someone steering a route. I treat every child on my bus with the same care, affection, and fierce protectiveness I would give my own children or grandchildren. Their safety, well-being, and peace of mind are always my top priorities.

The Reality of the First Week’s Heat 

Navigating the first week of school was a grueling test of endurance. With severe heat advisories in full effect, riding a bus without air conditioning is tough. To make matters worse, safety protocols on dusty gravel roads mean we can only roll the windows down halfway. Picture sixty hot, tired kids in a metal box, dust swirling through the air, and heat radiating off every surface.

Behind the Wheel: We’re on the Same Team 

No driver wants a child to be uncomfortable, and we certainly don’t want to upset parents. We feel every degree of that scorching air right along with the kids. We do everything in our power to keep them safe, calm, and hydrated under tough conditions. When tensions run high at the bus stop, please remember that we are on the exact same team, working hard to bring your world home safely every single day.

A Creative Solution Shut Down 

To combat the extreme heat, I brought a cooler filled with ice water and enough washcloths for every rider. I invited the kids to dip a cloth in the cold water to wipe down their face, neck, and arms, and then place the used cloth into a separate plastic bag. The kids loved it and said it helped them feel so much better, especially on routes lasting up to an hour and a half.

Unfortunately, one parent complained, calling the gesture “gross” and citing concerns about allergies, lotion, or perfumes from other kids. Despite explaining that participation was optional and that I washed the cloths every night, she reported the practice to my supervisor. As a result, I am no longer allowed to offer the cold washcloths.

A Reflection on Doing Good 

I felt deeply frustrated by this outcome. Am I wrong to feel angry about not being allowed to continue this gesture, or do you agree with the parent that I shouldn’t have offered them in the first place?



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Debra Ellen
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8 thoughts on “Just One Day in the Life of a Bus Driver”

  1. Some parents.
    I gues the old adage is true: the “squeaky ” wheel gets oiled. One crabby parent “wins” over 50 others. I for one appreciate your kind efforts.
    As someone who used to ride a school bus from first thru 11th grades, an open windows is nice. My first 9 years of school, my bus driver was the cranky, crabby preacher of my church. All the other kids could get away with “murder”, while the kids who attended the church where he preached HAD TO TOE the line. He put restrictions on us all. We had to be quiet the entire ride. Someone hit us, or threw something it was ok. We couldn’t complain, so these kids kept doing it, and got away with it.
    Keep up the good work, Debie.

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  2. Oh gosh! I really don’t envy you driving the school bus in the heat you have been having! Eek! The washcloths were a great idea and that parent was a spoil sport! Hmmf! I think it was a thoughtful thing to do. You are totally right to feel angry! I bet the parent would be begging for a washcloth if they had to ride the hot bus!

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    • Funny you say that about the parent asking for the cold cloth. She said she rode a bus when she was a kid and it was a right of passage for the kids to experience the summer bus ride. Yeah, I did too. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to be nice and provide the best comfort I could.
      Thanks for giving me your support!
      All the best.

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  3. I had a huge smile on my face when you described giving the washcloths to the kids! Then, when I read the parent’s complaint, I audibly went harrumph! Some people are born to complain rather than address the issue! It wasn’t like you were using the same cloths over and over on the same day. I think you were entirely in the right! I’m sorry your supervisor didn’t think the same. Perhaps, you could invite that parent to ride along with you…nix that! He/she would probably find fault with everything you did.

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