Today was Stella's second day of school and again, she had a fabulous day at school. Here is a shot of her in the garage prior to leaving in the morning for school.
Dada drove her to school in the morning and Stella rode the bus back home. She got off at the right bus stop, just like yesterday, and when I asked her how she knew where to get off, she really didn't have an answer for me. Prior to school starting, we had coached Stella about where to get off by showing her her bus stop, the address of her bus stop, and by telling her, do not get off at any bus stop until she sees her Mama waiting for her. In addition, on the first day of school, Dada wrote down Stella's bus stop address on the back of her hand, in case she forgot.
When she got off at the bus stop today, I saw an older blond haired girl hanging out of the bus window waving and yelling "
Bye Stella, Bye Stella". When I asked Stella about who that was, Stella replies: "
That's my friend Echo!" I am assuming Echo is a fifth grader because of how old she looked and the fact that Stella's elementary school goes up to 5th grade. The more I asked Stella about Echo, the more information I gathered about Stella's experience on the bus.
In summary, the following is what I gathered from asking Stella tons of questions: On her first day of school (yesterday), Stella was sitting on the bus by herself and almost fell of her seat when the bus turned and that startled her and she started crying. Yesterday, she had told me that she almost fell off her seat and that made her nervous, so I told her to sit all the way back in her seat. So today she tells me: "
Mama, I sat all the way back in the bus seat today like you told me to and I didn't cry at all." I had no idea that she cried yesterday until today. Hearing that just broke my heart.
So Echo noticed Stella crying and asked Stella to come sit with her. Echo consoled Stella and told her that it was ok, asked for her name, and asked her where her bus stop was and so Stella showed her the bus stop address that Dada had written on the back of her hand. Echo told her when her bus stop came up and told Stella where to get off both yesterday and today. So if it wasn't for Echo, I have no idea what Stella would have done.
So Stella is not getting off because she sees me waiting at the bus stop. She said that when she sits all the way back in her seat, she can't see the window to look out to see me. And if Echo hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known where her bus stop was. Nor does the bus driver announce each bus stop, which would help Stella because she has her bus stop address memorized. Apparently, when it comes to riding the bus, they have absolutely no system in place to ensure that kids are getting off at the right bus stops.
It's absolutely ridiculous!!!!
During the kindergarten orientation, I found out about the systems they have in place for walkers, car riders, and bus riders from the elementary school side. And since everything seemed so orderly and systematic, we didn't inquire about what happens once the child leaves school and gets on a school bus. We just assumed that this too was all figured out since it is not the first year that they are using school bus transportation. But after Stella's first day of riding the bus and she couldn't tell me how she knew where to get off, something wasn't sitting right with me and so I called the school bus transportation office to inquire more about the systems in place, only to find out that there is absolutely no system. When I asked whether the bus driver announces each bus stop, the woman tells me: "
Oh, no, there are far too many bus stops for the driver to announce. It will take him about a week or more to learn each child's name and know where he/she is supposed to get off." And when I said, "
Then, I have no idea how my daughter knew to get off at the right spot", her response to me was "
Well, you have a very smart child." How is that an answer?!?!?!? It is not an answer!!! Again, it is absolutely ridiculous that they have no system in place to figure out where each child is supposed to get off, when I can think of several simple ways to do this off the top of my head.
So needless to say, from now on, I am going to be picking Stella up from school because she is too little ride the bus and there is no one to help her but a kind 5th grader who can be absent from school on any particular day. I am very thankful that a sweet girl named Echo was kind enough to take Stella under her wing the first two days she did ride the bus.