On those bad days, listening to the people on the bus was miserable. They would go on a and on about the dumbest things. No heat or air on plastic seats made it even worse. Those bus rides were dreadful.
But on the good days listening to people mindlessly ramble made me feel good about how much better off I was then some of them. I learned how to make myself comfortable on almost any day, whether it be heat or cold or rain.
Overall I think my times on the bus were good for me. I learned some valuable lessons from them and now consider driving myself a privilege.
P.S. We only had one wreck, and it didn't even make the news.