I only rode the bus to school in my final year (which is when you’re sixteen here in UK), I;d walked all the time up until that point. I was bullied when i walked and bullied on the bus. I used to sit at the front (couple of rows back) on my own every day and pray to god that no-one would start anything…they usually did. I imagine people that ride the bus are still looked down upon yes… but even within the tier system of bus, car, walk… (not necessarily in that order) there are hierarchies… which kind of insinuates to me that it doesn’t matter where you are on the rung of the ladder of life…you will still always be below someone or above someone… unless you’re at the very bottom or very top, which is unlikely for anyone and surely must be the most slimist of odds in the entire world? I can’t think of anything that i could have possibly have gleaned form this banal experience.