To the editor:
So I wanted to drive a school bus. But not for the exhilarating ride and prestige of being seen driving a 35-foot-long, 15 ton, turbocharged diesel or propane powered, bright yellow people mover full of happy ConVal students. But for the reason that I missed going to my son’s sporting events once they moved onto college and beyond. I thought if I could become a school bus driver I would be able to bring the athletes to their events, enjoy watching them then drive them back to their eagerly waiting fans whom may not have had to luxury to travel to the away games.
I strolled into STA (Student Transportation of America) on Route 202 just north of ConVal High School, volunteered, filled out required application, background check authorizations and three weeks later on New Years Day, slipped on ice and broke my right leg. (while totally sober I must add). After having some overpriced steel and 10 screws put in my leg, being laid up for 3 months not even able to drive a golf cart and absolutely fed up with watching suicide-inducing daytime television, I decided it was time to take another shot.
During the extensive training provided by STA I did learn some skills to be a better driver, but most importantly the role that school bus drivers play in your children’s’ lives. They are the school’s “first impression” that your kids have every morning outside of their homes and they have the ability to deliver and prepare them with a positive attitude for a good learning experience.
I can honestly say that Amy, Kristen, Gene and all of the staff and drivers at STA have the best interest of your children in mind, form long-lasting positive relationships with the kids and work hard to ensure that they are safe. And as life takes many turns, an unexpected career opportunity prevented me from becoming a school bus driver. Wave to your great bus drivers and do not pass them when their flashing lights are on!
Richard Parker
Greenfield