The Bus Blues

I would like to offer a sincere thanks to the junior high boys on my service bus, from the bottom of my sarcastic little heart. Because I mean, nothing's more fun than making fun of a foreigner. Especially if you happen to be that foreigner. With a major headache. I know being laughed at sure make my day!

Usually I don't let it get to me, but today I found their laughter upsetting. It seems like when they get bored they think "Hmm.. I know! Let's play 20 questions with the foreigner. Hopefully we can make her feel like an idiot. Maybe she'll use the wrong word again!" When I speak in English they give me heck for not knowing Turkish, and when I speak in Turkish they say "We know English, hocam." And no matter what I say or do, they laugh. Talk to them, ignore them, try to explain in English, look up words in Turkish... Because I'm just sooo funny. Some days it seems like they're really just curious, some days (like today) it seems like they just feel like getting a laugh. Congrats! You laughed. As did everyone else sitting around me. Can you just leave me alone to listen to Thoroughly Modern Mille in peace?

At least I have two more days before I never have to ride that bus again.
Who needs a hat? Who needs a shoe? And who needs you, Mr. Whoever-You-Are?!
-Maeghan

PS. The name of this blog entry comes from a song my friends and I wrote while waiting for our (very) late bus once upon a time in The Hat.