By Karen David

It happened all of a sudden! I stood terrified! A thousand feet came rumbling toward me. High‑pitched voices of freshmen and the war‑hoops of sophomores pierced my ear‑drums.

I felt the mob close in on me and push me from side to side, farther and farther to the end of the line. People kept jumping from one foot to the other‑first it was my right foot, then it was my left.

It appeared as though they were finally quieting down when the bus rounded the corner. Then everyone began to push, shove and step on one another. What they expected to find on the bus, I'll never know, because once on it, the students stood in the aisle like idiots, and glared at the one unoccupied seat‑next to some unsavory looking character.

Of course, stepping to the rear of the bus was completely out of the question! Huddling together in the middle of the aisle, 500 teen‑agers sheepishly gazed at the space in the rear of the bus, which was taken over by the usual crew. What horrible thing might happen to them if they step back there, heaven only knows!

Once in a long while some brave soul would throw a quick glance to the people in the back. Not even an elbow in the eye, or books poked in the side, or people stepping on toes, was enough to make them move to the back. Not on your life!

Now while all this was going on in the southern half of the bus, the bus driver was trying to herd the rest of the line on in the front. Naturally he couldn't, so thoroughly disgusted he gave up and drove away leaving 20 frozen people staring at the exhaust pipe. Moral: Use Dilbert Dill's Shuttle Service!