I know I was all musical this week, but about all I can muster up today is a quote from "Sixteen Candles." (Yikes, it is my Molly Ringwald fixation again...)

"I loathe the bus..."

Had a field trip today, to Memorial Art Gallery at the University of Rochester. Love it there, but not so much with third graders, at least not some years. Had one student kind of break down, a little freaked out by some of the darker religious art. Then another tried to touch the art not once, not twice, but MULTIPLE times. Yeah, some years are just that way.

Still, that wasn't the top moment of the day. La peice de resistance (if that is even how you spell it) was our 1 hour and 45 minute bus ride home. Now, granted, we are out in the boonies, but the trip usually takes 50 minutes. Factor in having to swing by the Irondequoit Salvation Army because one of the bus drivers left a cell phone there, and you have a whole differnet trip. Um, yeah, not quite sure I understand why that was a better thing to do with our time than let the kids play on the playground we were parked by having lunch, but who am I to say. I, apparently, was just along for the long, long, long ride.

Felt kinda like National Lampoon's Art Museum Field Trip...and I am just going to let it go at that.
But I still loathe the bus.