This past weekend, Emily went to her District speech meet in Spearfish, SD. This time of year, she heads out almost every weekend for speech meets. They left after school, which meant they would get there late. There was some snow on the roads, so I was a little bit on edge. But what happened wasn't at all what we expected.
Right about the time we got home from work, we got a call from Emily. The bus she was on had been pulled over. The driver failed his sobriety test.
I wanted so badly to just go get her. But I knew I couldn't. Because that would just be teaching her to be afraid. So we waited.
We waited three hours until a new driver arrived and the bus got on its way.
We waited until the wee hours of the morning when we finally got the news that the bus had arrived in Spearfish.
And then, for the next 4 days we talked two or three times a day on the phone. We heard about how the driver had been swerving so dramatically, that another driver (God bless them!) had called the Highway Patrol. We read the articles about how the driver blew double the legal limit (quadruple for a CDL) several hours after the incident. We heard about how he had two bottles of vodka on the bus and about how he was mixing it with soda and drinking it WHILE driving.
The kids were shaken. Some of them displayed false bravado, trying to defend the driver's actions. Plenty of them had driven drunk themselves. Some of them were afraid to get back on the bus. All of them were affected. None of them qualified for the National meet.
On the trip home, Emily called wherever she could get cell service. In rural South Dakota and Wyoming, this wasn't often. She was nervous. We were nervous.
It was nearly midnight before the bus finally pulled into the school parking lot. I've never been so grateful to see a big yellow bus in all my life.
Emily is already working with the Goshen County attorney's office to issue a statement. She wants to do something about what happened.
We're doing our best to encourage her to participate in the judicial process while not becoming obsessed or fearful about what happened. It's a tough balance but we'll get there. In the meantime, I'm just glad she's home.