Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for September 03, 2013

Positive attitude, does she even know what that means.

Notice she isn’t carrying a back-pack or satchel ?

Maybe she’s a candidate for the short bus at this point…

School buses did have a certain pong about them. I seem to remember eau de banana skins overlaid with the subtle scents of pencils, erasers, broken crayons, and a few unimaginable odors that only little kids can unashamedly big with them to a confined space.

I would always get carsick from the diesel smell and the frequent starts and stops. In high school, my stop was the last one so we had a straight run to the school in the morning, but I was the last one off in the afternoon. Finally I quit riding it home, walking the two miles instead … sometimes even beating the bus (2 miles = 40 min at an easy strolling pace)

I am optimistic that She is a pessimist

I always walked (or rode my bike) the two-and-a-half miles to and from school because I didn’t like the bus (and it was faster). Of course, when we started driving, I rode with a friend every morning.

When I was in high school, they drew a circle of radius one mile around the school on the map and said that everyone outside the circle got a bus. I lived inside the circle, but the closest actual way to school was 1-1/2 miles. So, never had a bus. Probably all for the better

I don’t think she hates everyone she just wants to not be forced into the mold. Watch and see how she grows, like Lilly of the Valley in shade, not like roses that everyone loves.

Ah, perception …

I love the dubious looks on the faces of Danae’s two companions in the panel where she says, “Awareness is heightened.”

Leslie Barks: We were at the end of the line both ways – the only bus in Dallas that didn’t go downtown. For me, it was only a mile walk, but even with books and trombone, I almost always got home before my sister, who did ride the bus.

@Night-Gaunt49 …

I had a bus driver who also was a farmer. In the morning he would milk his cows and immediately jump on the bus to make the run to school. in the winter, the only heater was at his feet and it pushed the heated air over his muck boots which were covered in, well you can guess what, and the smell wafted throughout the bus …

I guarantee you one hundred per cent, Omnius, that not wanting anything to do with today’s so-called educational system has NOTHING to do with hating learning. On the contrary. Perhaps you haven’t noticed all the ignoramuses with college degrees.

Don’t bother responding to Omnius..He’s like a “seagull” manager; flaps in, upsets everything and everybody, s#!ts all over the place, then flies off with the satisfaction he’s done a good job.

I missed out on the school bus thing. In New York City it was easier to give the kids transit passes than to set up a bus system for them. Yeah, I was a “strap hanger” long before I was tall enough to reach the straps. … That is, back in the day when they had straps … Am I giving my age away?

She doesn’t have a negative attitude—she’s just a realist.

I was lucky. My dad mostly took me to and from school. He worked nights, you see.

All the kids who never took home a textbook ended up in public school administration. Tell you anything?

@ wecatsgocomics: Nope, sorry. That’s from Red Storm Rising. Also, it’s a bowdlerized version of the quote. The original is a good bit more NSFW.

The diesel stench is disgusting — especially for the kids riding it.

The bus I rode on was “new” by today’s standards, only 7 years old in 1979 . I don’t recall any odd odors …except when one of the kids let a fart loose and we had to open the windows ….in the middle of WINTER!