In 8th grade we had this bus driver named Mr. Jerry. He was the shit. Except he got fired the year after I left middle school because he was going too fast down his route and flipped the bus. .__. He let us do whatever the hell we wanted. One time, the eighth graders had to bring potatoes to school for an English project. When we were done with the potatoes, we had a huge potato fight on the bus. We peeled pieces of the potato off and would chuck them at each other. My friend had a capri sun straw and used it as a blow dart gun. He was really upset about it, but no fucks were given that day. He then let us have a paper ball fight on one of the last days of school-as long as we bought trash bags. He wouldn't let us have the fight because the trash bags were white instead of black........ Idk..... maybe he was racist.... But we had it anyway. That bus was insane. I have sooooo many stories.