Yesterday was a big day … huge in fact … it was 6 months to the day since we arrived in Canada. I can’t believe how quickly the time has flown. I spent the day doing something really exciting ……
No! I did not get to meet Justine Trudeau …
It was better …
I got to ride on a big yellow school bus!!!
As a kid growing up in Australia I was obsessed with North American TV shows like Sesame Street, The Brady Bunch, and The Partridge Family. Then later in the teenage years, Degrassi High and anything by John Hughes … think Breakfast Club, 16 Candles, Pretty in Pink and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Uncle Buck, Home Alone, all the greats! Then moving into the 90’s it was The Simpson’s, South Park, the list goes on and on!
These shows introduced me to something we didn’t have in Australia, the yellow school bus!
A note came home from school with the 9-year old that an excursion had been planned to visit the Ontario Science Centre and they would be travelling by bus and with it a request for volunteers. I could not get that note with my name on it back to school fast enough and so with the yellow school bus carrot waved under my nose I found myself going on my first ever school excursion with my son.
The bus was scheduled to depart at 9am, it arrived at school to pick us up at 9.45 after several phone calls chasing it up. Was the bus driver Otto Mann the school bus driver from The Simpsons??? Otto’s catch cry is “My name is Otto, and I love to get Blotto” had he come to school via a bar?
Not smelling booze on the driver I pushed and shoved the kids out of the way and climbed on board and found a seat.
The yellow bus was everything I thought it would be and more ….
The inside of the bus was exactly as I had pictured when I was a kid back in the 70’s and here I was 40 years later and it was the same. Time has stood still when it comes to the yellow school bus.
A quick google reveals that in Canada and the United States federal safety standards require that all school buses are painted school bus yellow and are equipped with certain safety devices like the little red stop sign that pops out from the side of the bus.
The current design appears to have been done around the 1950’s/60’s with a couple of safety inclusions in the 70’s and this is pretty much where the bus design has stayed. It is so friggin retro that it’s cool.
Comfort was not in mind when the original designer of the yellow school bus put pen to paper because those seats are rock hard. I made the rookie mistake of sitting on a seat above one of the back wheels on the way to the Science Centre.
One word – Potholes
Due to the weather in Canada, potholes on the roads are BAD.
When it was time to get off I thought I may have lost the use of my legs.
I did not make the same mistake on the way home advising the little girl that asked me if I was my son’s “Grandma” to sit in that seat on the trip back to school. Don’t mess with me little girl!
Garbage bags got issued to kids that looked a little green around the gills and at one point I almost asked for one for myself as the little boy sitting in the seat in front of me proceeded to pick his nose for most of the trip.
We arrived safe and sound at the Science Centre and inside into chaos. It was like every single kid in the Toronto District School Board had decided to visit the centre that day. It was crazy town. I was given 4 kids including my own to keep my eye on, no probs I thought and slipped into role playing a teacher. I would not be receiving an academy award for my performance. That shit is hard! I have so much respect for teachers.
At no stage did the 4 of them stick together, myself and 3 of them would always be looking for our fourth as one of them would always wonder off. I didn’t blame them, the place looked exciting and has so much to look at and play with, it was also huge and we only got to see less than half of it (Damn you Otto Mann for arriving late) so we will head back one weekend with the Canadian to explore properly.
The Science centre included a Rainforest and as soon as we walked in I was hit with the familiar smell and heat. It felt like and smelt like Australia. It was strange because as much as I loved the familiar hot, dank and mouldy smell as we walked around I also couldn’t wait to get out of the rainforest room and the heat. Here I was 6 months to the day in a room that reminded me of home and it didn’t invoke any sense of homesickness. I actually felt reassured that I could leave the hot room and get back outside and into a (rather chilly) Canadian Spring day. Sure friends and family back in Australia are missed but for myself and the 9-year-old homesickness has not been a problem. The Canadian is another story!
Time to leave the Science Centre and head back to school and this time Otto Mann was waiting for us. A fun day (if not exhausting) was had by all and we left with only a few minor incidents. An almost broken nose, a burn from a hot glue gun and a missing tooth. 7, 8 and 9-year-olds can be brutal.
Safely back at home and mid-week wine was cracked!
Anyone else share a love of the Yellow School Bus?
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