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BLUE
As far as the SGA bus...
It was carrying the all-girl cheerleaders, Regal Blues, Champ, Bulldawg Corps, SGA members, and 2 advisors. We left Ruston at 7:50 Saturday morning on an old Salter Trailways. Our bus driver was over 80 years old. The man had bone spurs, and he couldn't even bend his wrists or fingers or light a cigarette or press the button on the bus to turn the dvd player on. We are cruising at over 75 mph passing everybody. Everytime we passed an 18-wheeler we almost got sucked into it. It was also a windy day, and the bus was rocking and swaying so much that it felt like it was about to tip over. The cheerleaders were scared to death, and everyone was calling their parents telling them that they were about to die. A roll of trash bags fell out of the overhead compartments and hit our bus driver because there were no doors on the overhead compartments. All of my dvds slid out and went everywhere too. It was chaos. One of the cheerleaders started screaming obsenities at the driver. I tried to call the bus company, but all I got was a recording becuase it was the weekend and nobody was in the office. One of the advisors tried to call her boss, but he didn't answer either. So one of the terrified girls called her dad, and her dad called the state police. We gave them our mile marker location, and a state trooper pulled us over about 5 miles from the Goodwill Road exit. The trooper talked to the driver, and he decided that the driver would not drive us the rest of the way. The trooper then escorted us to the BP station and Rainbow Diner at the Goodwill Road exit. The state police tried to get a hold of the bus company but could not. So our advisor contacted First Baptist Ruston to come pick us up and take us back to Ruston. In the mean time, the police got in touch with the bus company, and they sent a new driver to us. One dad came and picked up 6 students that were too scared to continue the trip because they felt their life was in danger. They loaded up in his avalanche and drove back to Ruston. One of the cheerleaders mom's met us their and decided that she would follow us to College Station incase anything happened to us. We chilled with the ladies at the BP playing with Mentos and Diet Coke and at the Rainbow Diner. We realized that we were no longer going to make it for tailgating because the new driver didn't show up until 11:30. And the new driver turned out to be our old driver's wife. The new driver was so pissed off that she sarcastically was driving 50 mph down I-20. We finally made it through Shreveport, and turned off onto highway 79 and crossed into Texas. We were about 20 miles from Carthage, and our back tire blew out. The mom behind us had to swerve to miss it. We pulled over into somebodies front yard right off the highway, and the mom pulled her child and her friend off the bus and continued to College Station. Meanwhile, our first bus driver went up to the house and knocked on their door to no avail. The new driver tried to call someone to come fix the blow out. We were told this could take up to 2-3 hours. So our advisor contacted Temple Baptist's buses to come pick us up to take us back to Ruston. Everybody on the bus was trying to call friends and family to come pick us up, but our advisor would not let anybody. In the mean time, a man shows up in a truck to fix our blow out. We were told to stay on the bus and not move a muscle because if the weight on the bus shifted at all, the axle would slip off the jack and kill the man. We thought with our luck that man was gonna die.
To be continued...I have to get to class. (the man lived)
Hope everyone made it home safe
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