As If You Were Thrown Under The Bus
(I’m in seventh grade. I ride the bus to and from school, which leaves at 3:20 sharp every day. One day, my homeroom teacher doesn’t let us out until 3:20 — which is a whole other frustrating story in and of itself, believe me — and, of course, this causes me to miss the bus. So, I go to the office and meet with one of the secretaries.)
Me: “Excuse me. [Teacher] didn’t let us out until pretty late, so I kind of missed the bus.”
Secretary: “Well, I’ll call and have them send in someone to pick you up, but I’m not gonna be able to bug them every time. It’s your responsibility to get down to the bus on time.”
Me: “But I just told you, my teacher let us out really late. I didn’t really have a choice.”
Secretary: *deadpan* “Okay.”
(She goes into her office and talks with the bus company on the phone for a few moments before coming back out.)
Secretary: “They’ll send someone to pick you up as soon as they can.”
Me: “Thank you.”
Secretary: “No problem, but next time, it really is important that you get to the front door on time.”
Me: “I tried to, but once again, my teacher let the class out ten minutes late.”
Secretary: “Well, okay, but still.”
(The bus comes a few minutes later, so I gather my things and go down to the front door.)
Secretary: “Have a good rest of your day, [My Name]. But remember, you need to manage your time better. It’s your responsibility to be down here on time for the bus.”
Me: *giving up at this point* “Yes, ma’am. I’ll keep that in mind.”
(Luckily, both my dad and the bus driver understood the concept of “teacher error” a lot better than the secretary.)