Rough Bus?

Carrie texted me Tuesday night. A text had been in limbo. She got a text from Shane's teacher that read:

"Good afternoon, just letting you know that Shane told me a student was pushing his head against the seat and window on the bus this morning. I immediately contacted the assistant principal and she came and spoke with him. He said that he was fine. But I will look to speak with the other student as well."

The text was dated April 13th, two weeks ago. I never heard anything from Shane or the school.

Shane's been fine about getting on the bus, though. He's never hesitated. If anything, he wants to be first. He'll try to cut ahead of Raheem and the new girl, Tay (I make him wait and let whoever was there first, be first). He's always seemed happy to me when I pick him up from CLASS, too. It felt like an isolated and/or resolved incident.

Still, it was something we wanted to check in with Shane on. I asked him some non-leading questions about how school was the next morning. Nothing came up to concern me. He hopped on like it was any other morning and had a big smile when I picked him up from school.

Crap's gonna happen. It's the world we live in. I believe it's how we react to and address those moments that really matters. Things that go hidden too long become big problems. This doesn't feel like one of those to me.

I remember the bus was pretty rough at times when I was a kid. There was a win-loss record kept for fights when I was in 4th and 5th grades. I didn't fight anyone...and that was probably partly me and my convictions and partly that I was friends with two kids who were willing to fight and good at it, Jesse and Brandon.

I know for a fact there are some rougher routes around here. Shane's not on one of them, but I'll keep my ears open for problems in the future.