VIP Seating Only…giddy up, shorty!

“Will, you and your friends CAN NOT sit in the back of the bus. The 6th graders ALWAYS sit in the back and the 5th graders ALWAYS sit up front. It’s kinda-sorta a rule. You guys are ruining it for the 6th graders. Kids are gonna get mad…you might get beat up.”  Anna-11 to Will-10

What was the social hierachy on your bus? Big men on campus in the back? Dazed and confused in the middle? Nose pickers up front? Please share.



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10 Responses to VIP Seating Only…giddy up, shorty!

  1. Deborah the Closet Monster says:

    I only rode the bus in middle school, which I spent at a “computer oriented” school across town from my home. I remember I loved sitting at the front of the bus because the bus driver was always better company than my fellow students. Other than that, I remember only that the “cool kids” in the upper grades sat at the back of the bus.

    I wouldn’t have recalled that save for my having sat in the back in a foul mood one afternoon. I was commanded to return to the front of the bus. I scowled and told the eighth graders, “Make me.” Somehow, without a word spoken between them, they decided the matter wasn’t worth pursuing and left me alone.

    Maybe it wasn’t coincidence that I wasn’t bullied in middle school! 😉


    • Ah, the power of the “make me” comeback…an excellent choice. Well done, Deb. My new personal favorite is the use of “whatev” with a dramatic roll of the eyes, we practice that one at home when dealing with a mean girl. 😉

      Thanks for sharing your memory. 🙂


  2. O. Leonard says:

    Hmmmm. I think I sat in the front of the bus, just because I was afraid to walk any further down the aisle to avoid any possible confrontation. You know like tripping, and lunch pail grabbing, and such. We were the first on the stop most of my bus-riding years, so it was easy to snag the front seats. Most of the time we walked home from school though…..or ran as the bullies dictated.


    • When I was in first grade I was dared by a bunch of older kids, who sat in the back of the bus, to stick up my middle finger and wave it in the air. Of course, I did it and the entire bus exploded into laughter. I didn’t know what it meant, but I had a feeling that it had to be something pretty bad. But that didn’t stop me from proceeding to go home and show my mother. 😦


  3. John Erickson says:

    I sat up front, along with the rest of the nerds. The jocks and stoners sat in the back, girls in the middle. No idea why the gender segregation – it just sorta happened. Sitting up front reduced, but did not eliminate, my getting picked on. Pity the bus driver wouldn’t do anything, but he was a surly old fart putting in his time before retirement. C’est la vie.


  4. I grew up in the country and rode a bus for TWELVE years. It was… not… very… cool (seriously… think Napoleon Dynamite – yeah. That was me.)! The oldest kids were ‘supposed to’ sit on the back of our bus, too. It made me so mad when the one or two days a month the kids who usually had cars (and were younger than me) rode the bus and sat in my seat! Made me feel like a friggin’ IDIOT, geez! 🙂


    • Sig, I feel your pain! I was a career new kid growing up so there were times I walked and times I rode the bus depending upon where we lived. In October of my senior year in highschool, we moved from the west coast to the east coast. I was forced to take the bus as a senior to a new school where I didn’t know a soul…painful. The worst part was that nobody bothered to fill me in on the dress code. Apparently, white fringed boots were not the norm…who knew! 😦


  5. I didn’t have to ride a bus that often, but when I did I always remember kind of sitting in the middle somewhere. That was sort of the safe zone for the mediocre kids. You weren’t at risk of being totally humiliated for sitting up front, or risking your life sitting in the back with the burn-outs!


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