A critique on student maturity

I may not be a bus driver, and I know that I have ridiculed them in the past for being lunatic drivers, but that doesn’t mean I don’t respect them.

Especially for the brave souls who try to pilot busses through cities, much like Hoboken, where roads are narrow and terrifyingly difficult to make turns and minor adjustments.

I digress, on my way to the Founder’s Day Ball, our bus driver clipped the wing mirror on the side of a car on the road. The woman who owned the vehicle damaged called the police and the already dismal progress of the bus slowed to a halt, as police were writing up a large report.

Upheaval ensued on the bus, with students agitated about the speed of their arrival to the Ball.

“I could walk faster!” “We should get our money back.” “Can’t another bus pick us up?” “Let me drive!” “I can’t believe this…”
I could go on, believe me.

You know, why don’t you try driving the bus? Go ahead. Let’s see how many mirrors you hit, how many turns you screw up.

I can’t believe ‘this’. You think it is taking forever? Go ahead, walk. You’ll only complain more about the rain and how your outfits are getting ruined because of the long distance.

I cannot believe how impatient and childish all of you are! It is just a measly hour! Things happen. The bus driver is a professional, and she is following a standardized procedure for all vehicles in an accident. No, just because you’re a Stevens student going to a Ball doesn’t make you any different from any other person on the road. Deal with it.

The next time you criticize someone, spend a minute, just a minute, to imagine the scenario from his or her shoes.

To those of you who patiently waited it out, and said nothing. Good for you. The rest of you; grow up.

About the Author

Joseph A. Brosnan
5/5 Civil Engineering Co-Op Student Former Editor in Chief Former Business Manager Photographer Copy Editor