This year, my sister was assigned a new bus stop, a patch of grass behind a curb. When it rained, her and other students sank into the grass and mud. To get there, the students and parents had to cross two streets and parking was difficult.
My mom asked the bus driver if she could switch back to the former bus stop, a small park close by with sufficient parking. The bus driver refused, stating that the parents should “call the school” to have it formally assigned. After hearing my mom’s repeated frustration, I filled out the high school’s form for transportation issues multiple days in a row. I spent my afternoon looking up the respective phone numbers of each school: two elementary schools, a middle, and a high school. I wrote them down along with the bus number, former bus stop address, proposed new bus stop address, and the reasoning of why this stop needed to change. The next morning, my mom took the paper to the bus stop and let the parents take photos of it. The parents called their child’s respective school, and within a week, the stop was changed to the convenient and safe park. I was relieved and proud at the success of our communal effort.