The favorite song was a Pink Floyd song, I found out later, called Another Brick in the Wall, Part II.
But there was this other song we loved even more because it ended with a swear.
It went like this… No more pencils/no more books/no more teachers’ dirty looks/when the teacher rings the bell/drop your books and run like hell.
When we finished, we looked at the bus driver for a tense second.
Then, we all laughed because we knew we could get in trouble for swearing,
but the strength of our numbers would prevent any retribution.
We were too young to know that the bus driver didn’t care about our song.
That all he wanted to do was go home after work. And maybe sleep off the drinks he had at lunch.
Back then, it didn’t matter. The nerds and the squids were one.
My brother came home Saturday night. And he looked even more different than the kids on the school bus looked compared to the beginning of the year.
He had a beard! I was so happy! He also smiled different and was more “courteous.”
We all sat down to dinner, and everyone asked him questions about college.
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