I got my cards back, but that made me have a bad day. The closer I got to driving that route, the madder I got. I hate the feeling of being angry. The student was the one probably most suspected, the one that I always have trouble with, the one that has been written up the most, and the one that already had a permanent front seat. I guess the principal talked to his parents, but there was no bus discipline…like he isn’t off the bus for any length of time which sucks.