I was sitting at the school this afternoon, loading kids onto the bus (all six of them), and the principal walked over and started chatting with me a bit. He asked me how I liked the job and the kids so far, and I told him that I was really enjoying it and the kids had been good so far. He then commented on how calm and mellow I was. “A bomb could go off on the back of the bus, and you wouldn’t care, would you?” And in all honesty, I wouldn’t. I told him that as long as my part of the bus is unharmed and still works fine, I don’t care what happens back there.