Riding the Bus?

I’m writing this to you — my friends — so you can hear about my life here learning, living, teaching, and riding the bus. No, I won’t only tell you about the bus or about my students or about riding it with them. But it seemed like a reasonable place to start.

Quick run down:

  • this is the About page (you’re here now)
  • if you want the newest stories I’m sharing with you, click on Rides
  • if you’re bored enough to want to know what books I’m reading, click on Reading on the Bus
  • if you’re bored and tired of hearing my voice (or reading my voice, I guess?), click on Other People’s Writing for articles written by, yep you guessed it, other people. The title of each article is a link to where it was published.

The Idea


Funny stuff keeps happening to me.

Stuff you can’t really make up.

Stuff that I wanted to tell you but you live far away or whenever we meet up we get sidetracked talking about the Daily Show and, most of all and no matter where you are, I want to listen to you more than I want to hear myself talk.

So I decided that I needed a place to write it down so that we could laugh about it later or you could glance at it without me boring you with all the details but while still feeling like you have a sense of what I’ve been up to. Plus maybe this will help me feel a clearer sense of the shape of my time here in Boston, of the life I’m growing. I’m working on developing a healthy nostalgia, optimism, and confidence. By having it documented hopefully I’ll be able to look back and see what I usually see (mistakes, lessons learned, opportunities to improve) plus moments of joy, hope, and, possibly, success.

I’m writing this to you – my friends (and particularly my friends who live very far away – shout out to Melia for being exactly TWELVE time zones away from me and therefore the furthest). I hate writing in a diary or a journal because I already know everything that I’m thinking and I don’t have the patience to tell myself about it. But I do have the patience to tell you. Not that you have ANY obligation to read this. I’m just going to click send or publish or whatever button wordpress has that I haven’t found yet. Hopefully sometimes I’ll add pictures so you can see what I’m up to but, as you know, I’m not always the best at taking pictures (unlike Marios who, to be fair, comes by his photo taking honestly and has documented so much of my past four years that I really owe him a camera or something).

“But Lucy (or Loosy, or Luce, or LAP, or whichever name you use for me), why is this called Riding the Bus with My Students?”

Good question. In part, I needed it to have a name because that’s what people do – they name their blog-things. Plus, I commute to work four ways:

1. When it is warm and I don’t have to be at work early I walk (this has happened once, in part because I missed the bus and it was, in fact, cold so I walked instead of standing there freezing; but maybe in the spring it will happen more).

2. When it is warm enough and I don’t have anywhere too far or too immediately to be after school I ride my bike (this happened a lot in the fall and will happen again when spring eventually arrives).

3. When our schedules sync beautifully and I don’t need to get to work early my neighbor and colleague David drives me to work (Thank you! I will buy you coffee eventually to express my gratitude!).

4. I ride the bus (but I’m not going to say which one in case some creepy person finds this).

MBTA-Bus pic

In the mornings the bus ride is quiet and I typically read (more on that here). In the evenings, depending on my post-school obligations, I sometimes end up riding the crowded rush-hour bus with my students who live near me (or well beyond me).

A few days ago as I was riding the bus back with a sixth grader who I feel will become a common feature of this story I was thinking about how funny it is that I ride with my students home from work. And thus the idea for the title was born.

No, I won’t only tell you about the bus or about my students or about riding it with them. But it seemed like a reasonable place to start.

Here goes:

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