
People often ask me “What made you want to become a bus driver?” The truth is, I’ve always had a servant’s heart. I love helping others and I’ve always enjoyed being around kids.
When I learned that our school system offered paid training for new drivers, I was thrilled. The process was extensive, and sometimes overwhelming, but absolutely worth it.
I’ll never forget my first day behind the wheel. As a new driver, I was assigned one of the older buses in the fleet. I just picked up my last group of high school students when the engine suddenly sputtered and died. There I was, stranded on the side of the road, with a bus full of teenagers waiting for a replacement bus and running late to school. Little did I know that this would be the start of an amazing and sometimes crazy adventure as a bus driver. I’m still here and I still love what I do.

One of the greatest blessings of this job has been driving the same route since day one. The consistency has allowed me to build relationships with my students and their families. I have watched little ones grow into young adults, graduate, and move on to new chapters in their lives. When one of my very first students graduated last year, it was a proud moment for me as well.
I came to unionism through an incident involving my son who wanted to wear a graduation stole made by an elder from the Otoe-Missouria tribe to honor our heritage. We were told he couldn’t. It wasn’t until the public became involved that I saw how the voice of the many could succeed where the voice of a few could not. I could see more clearly how the union created a path to power. Now I’m a year-round organizer supporting my local’s contract campaigns and this summer I canvassed door-to-door using the MSEA ESP Bill of Rights to help build our membership.
Some say that it takes a village, but it is so much more than that. It is relationships, communication, and effort. We differ greatly but we all have the same goals. We may each be a small cog in the wheel of the education system, but are all an important one nonetheless. And it takes all of us, working in concert together, to help the younger generations become successful, contributing adults.
Our students matter. Our support professionals matter. Our community matters. I matter.
Many people may see me as just a bus driver. To my students though, I am their bus driver. And that is my superpower.