That'll teach me to complain about not having anything to say... this afternoon on my way to class, a car hit our bus! We were turning left (on green, obviously) and a red Jeep Wrangler ran the red light and hit us on the left side (quite close to where I was sitting!) I guess the driver was just distracted or fiddling with the radio or not paying attention or maybe even deliberately thinking he had enough time to run the red light when he didn't... but at any rate, we all saw him coming and had just enough time to go 'whoa!', and then BAM! It wasn't really that big of a bump for us - most everyone's first reaction was shocked laughter, actually - but one of the bus's side panels was crushed in and the Jeep's hood was badly crumpled. (No air bags, I might add... the car was that old.) The driver, a student-age guy, wasn't hurt (aside from the kick in the ego that comes from being pointed/stared/laughed at by 40 students who are all thinking, "I'm soooo glad I'm not you right now!"), but the second it happened he lowered his head and started banging on the steering wheel, like 'damn, damn, damn'. Then he got out of the car, and I noticed he had been driving barefoot - he had to drop his flipflops on the ground and step into them as he got out. I didn't think anything of it, because it's legal to drive barefoot in Florida, but somebody told me later that they thought it was illegal here. We all had to fill out accident reports, and I guess I should have mentioned that, but didn't think it was that odd until later. Oh well.

Anyway, so I had my first legitimate excuse for being late to class. "My bus got hit by a car." "WHAT?!" LOL...