My high school in Montreal had a schedule like that. First period was homeroom and the same every day, the other classes rotated around the day on a six-day schedule.
Then, when we moved to Los Angeles, the high school there had six periods exactly the same every day. Homeroom was second period every day, for some reason.
Kindergarten through 3rd grade: carpool (my mother and three or four other mothers, as several of us in our neighborhood all attended a church school which was about 8 miles away, and for which there was no school bus service)
4th grade: school bus (attended a different, closer church school)
5th grade through eighth grade: walked, or occasionally rode my bike (we’d moved, and were now three blocks away from the school where my parents had enrolled me)
High school: school bus, or occasionally a city bus, for freshman through junior years; senior year, I drove myself, sometimes in a car, sometimes on a moped
I only ever remember taking the bus or driving myself. I think I walked home from school to a babysitter’s for a year or so. I moved around a lot as a kid - maybe ten places before fourth grade. So I don’t remember every configuration of getting to school.
Those are some pretty enthusiastic weeds if they can overrun a lilac!
And I speak as a person with a lot of very enthusiastic weeds. But the lilacs are overrunning the place (which is mostly fine by me, though I do have to keep cutting down the one trying to take root in the fieldstone house foundation.)
– it occurs to me that maybe it depends on the type of lilac? I have oldfashioned ones; the size of a small tree, and spread from root suckers. (They’ll also set seed; but what’s trying to take over the lawn from seed is mostly black walnuts.)
A bit surprised to not see motorcycles listed (I hereby allow mopeds, since they are self-powered, to be included in said category). I knew a classmate in 7th grade (on) who had one.
Well, the issue is they were planted along the back of the property, which buttresses a lot that is not maintained. Everything becomes easily overrun with tall grasses. When we first moved here we got the gold star treatment and the management (my FIL) did all the landscaping for us. Then the ownership changed hands and we’re on our own to figure out what the hell to do with our yard. I haven’t the faintest clue about yard things. We are going to call in a professional.
I never lived far enough to qualify for a bus. It wasn’t too bad K-8. The elementary and middle school were relatively close. The high school was too close for the bus but far enough to suck hard. I tried to get a ride as often as possible. I got driven to school often but was usually on my own to get home.
The poll specifically asked how we got to school, not how we got home from school. I never had to walk to school, because I probably wouldn’t have gotten there in time, but from first grade on I typically had to walk home from school (1 mile) when the weather was decent.
In high school, it was fairly convenient to take the city bus to and from school.
I walked until my spoiled best friend got a car for her 16th birthday, and then she drove me (and “I was driven by an unrelated same-age teenager” wasn’t on the poll).
My mother was the classic unsympathetic parent of old. My brother (two years older) was supposed to walk with me when I was in third and fourth grades, while we attended the same school, but that was her only concession to protectiveness. To be fair, we lived within 2 blocks of the elementary and about 5 blocks from the junior high, and she had to leave the house for work an hour and a half before elementary school started.
I’d love to be able to have flowers in the house, but one of our cats lives to chew plants, so there’s no way to keep them anywhere we can easily see (or smell) them.
A little bit of everything in the school transportation poll.
I walked to and from school from K through 8. K-5 was about 3 blocks; 6-8 just over a mile. (Yes, even as young as 5, kids were allowed to walk to school by themselves. I don’t recall anything bad happening to me or my classmates.)
In high school, only juniors and seniors were allowed to drive. My brother was a junior when I was a freshman, and he drove. But, freshmen started an hour later than everyone else, so I took the bus that year. It was awful. I was the last kid picked up on the route, and the bus was already jam-packed by then, so I usually rode with less than half my ass on the corner of a seat and my leg cramping from trying to stay balanced. The afternoon driver had to have been the prototype for Otto on The Simpsons. On day one, he announced that it was OK to smoke on his bus, and he didn’t care what we smoked. I rode home in a cloud of cigarette and pot smoke every day.
The next year, I was on the same timetable as my brother, so he drove me. Then I drove myself the last two years.