Unpublished newspaper column: Aggie bus drivers

Shenterica, Oh! Shenterica/
Thy she flies glistening past Fish Pond/
Thou shall greet ‘em all/
Oh! Shenterica.

She works while we checkout the latest Jenna Jameson blockbuster at midnight.
She works while we yell at the room mate for the shower at dawn.
She greets you with a smile as genuine as Prof. Jeffrey Strawser’s intent to make us understand accounting.
She drives. Robert, Ryan, Brent, Sean, Maraya, Amanda, Megan, Jonathan and Julian do too.
They drive.
Texas A&M buses.
01, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 12, 14, 15, 22, 25, 26, 27, 31, 33, 34, 36 and Midnight Yells.

So what’s the debate?
We care for ‘em , respect and acknowledge what they do?
Sure. A small thanks before getting down…
Maybe we don’t. Maybe we take ‘em for granted. Or maybe I couldn’t think of anything worthwhile debating for the week. Maybe. Maybe we really don’t care.

Next time when an Intimate Dating ad pop ups promising sexy singles in College Station or when somebody claims Facebook to be the biggest social networking portal on A&M, SUE them. In the honorary UT tradition. They lie. They aren’t.
Who is it then?
A&M Buses.
Buses?
Yes.
They’re the denizen of the nicest, prettiest, weirdest and the wildest Aggies revealing their ugliest, naughtiest, funniest and the horniest anecdotes. And nobody’s drunk!!
And add a little chivalry here and there, and you got a 27% increased chance of getting a date.
Imagine.
‘People, no buses after 12:30 p.m. today’.
‘Boooo...’
‘I’m joking’
And the laughter follows.
Recalls Vishal Gobhil, graduate student, Food Engg. Department, who was aboard on one of the A&M buses while this happened.
Such a moment on way to the class. Priceless.
Imagine.
They quietly do their job, don’t make any fuss, keep us entertained and have a splendid camaraderie between ‘em. Watch their hands when they cross their fellow Aggie drivers.
Southern hospitality. Maybe.
Shenterica does it not for dollars but ‘to meet so many interesting people on the way'.
So, let’s not freak ‘em out if we run 5 minutes late or if they miss a stop.
We may not bother about morality in Mad Hatters’ rear on Saturday nights, but let’s be bothered about the tribulations of Aggie drivers.
And let’s commend ‘em.
So, the next time you see a Midnight Yell through the window of Hookah Station while passing out on the floor, its Shenterica.

Shenterica, Oh! Shenterica/
Thy she flies glistening past Fish Pond/
Thou shall greet ‘em all/
Oh! Shenterica.

Shenterica is a psychology senior and has been driving A&M bus since 2.5 years.