For all of you readers who don’t care about looking at our past articles, here’s what’s going on; I arrived at school/home late very frequently and I didn’t even go to school intentionally because of it and unintentionally because I kept complaining about it too much.

Continuing from October 31st to November 4th, all days after my bus route’s failure showing up because of wheelchair lift problems, motor/engine problems, and less effort of finding substitute drivers, my school presence was unintentionally withheld. Because my mother and uncle can’t just drive me to school daily. This also disallowed me to participate in our snack store, participate on a trip to DeWitt Clinton Park, (Thank you Noah for replying to me in the class comment section) and participate in Fun Friday.

Throughout all four days after October 31st, I took one walk per day on the Henry Hudson Bridge, rested in Inwood Hill Park, and continued my way home on the Broadway Bridge. On Friday the 4th began upper roller replacement on the electric gate on the right at Corlear Gardens. I, of course, was here for it since going to school didn’t work out. (Thank you to my mother for noticing it before I began my walk on the Henry Hudson Bridge. I went for that walk after.)

One week later on November 7th, we were on the bus we were on before, in September. Except the other kids weren’t on the route the previous bus our route was on that week. I went to school on time, I went home on time, and the bus route took the Henry Hudson Bridge home that Monday.

By Wednesday the 9th and Thursday the 10th, everything was really back to normal. I rode the Broadway Bridge in both directions. However, that was that week. On Wednesday the 9th, we went to Times Square, and I saw both Times Square Ball clock towers.

Beginning the week of November 14 to 18, I didn’t go to school on Monday because of, guess what. [ERROR: BUS DRIVER NOT FOUND]. I did go to school on Tuesday the 15th, which however took a lot of time, a bunch of road changes because of another set of coverages for the original bus driver and matron. But all the kids were picked up and the Bus made it to school. After school, they both returned to drop us off at home. After dropping off one of the kids at their home on W 187th St, we didn’t go through Broadway Avenue/Broadway Bridge, Fort Tryon Park/Henry Hudson Bridge, we went through the Washington Bridge/Major Deegan Expressway.

I could see the Harlem River Drive in the distance. My bus took North Exit 10 to W 230th St to get me home after an accidental South and North ride on the Broadway Bridge. I was having so much fun during all that, without knowing it was going to last for only that specific day. On Wednesday the 16th, my mother called the bus company, and they said the bus is having another asset of motor/engine problems. Because of that, I took another walk on the Henry Hudson Bridge to Inwood Hill Park and back home on the Broadway Bridge. I was also planning it for tomorrow Thursday the 17th, but as I filmed the upper electric gate at Tibbett Towers, I saw the middle electric gate at Corlear Gardens stuck open.

I went to see what was going on and turns out there was an upper roller replacement going on with that gate. Good riddance too, because after all three electric gates reach the halfway point of closing, they make violently loud banging and squeaking noises. On the left electric gate, I saw one of the upper rollers was loose. I thought they were going to do it next week, but turns out they did that gate as well. But some of the violent banging noises came from the nails on the gate operator. (The gate was banging on the nails.) Oh, and by the way, the lower rollers were replaced in January 2022. The left and right electric gates moved no differently but the middle electric gate was banging 3 or 4 times as it reached the halfway point of closing. On Friday the 18th, I didn’t even bother walking to the Henry Hudson Bridge and all the other places. I went to the Waldo Avenue building with the steel and chainlink diamond electric gate, and a person kindly told me to leave, so I complied. But then I realized I didn’t go to school for a good chunk of November 2022 and that sucked.

I felt stupid for compiling, so I went back to the electric gate, the same person came back, and I kindly REFUSED to leave. She then said she would call the cops, and I kindly didn’t care. The cops never came, and I recorded the gate as per usual.

On Sunday the 20th, I went to my grandma’s friend’s apartment at Corlear Gardens to bring a new shower curtain to Grandma. I went in the elevators off-camera. On Monday the 21st, we got another set of coverages for the original matron and driver. We were also on the bus from October 25th. Oh, and did I mention that every time it hits a small bump the windows and wheelchair lift make too much noise? And that the lift barely moves?! The seatbelts are also very small, except for one I wore on October 26th and November 21st.

We were on a different bus (with another set of coverage matrons and drivers) after waiting an hour for one to arrive. We got on it, and the dropoff routine was the same, thanks to google maps. (Broadway Bridge home at dusk.) On November 22nd, no bus or driver was available. And it was the day my school had a big Thanksgiving feast today! Luckily, my mother was available to drive me to school that day. We started off on the Riverdale Monument to go through the Henry Hudson Bridge.

Because of traffic jams, we took Riverside Drive until we went to W 125th St. From there, we went back on the parkway to get to my school. The same routine happened going home again but with fewer kids. (Me and Aaron were on the bus Tuesday and Wednesday). The Henry Hudson Bridge’s northbound road had a bunch of traffic jams going on, and I didn’t know about that until I saw a live video of it. We just took Broadway Avenue to get me and Aaron home. And once again, another set of coverages for the original bus driver and matron.

On Wednesday the 23rd, we got the coverages from Monday Morning, except this time, it’s both Wednesday Morning and Afternoon! And my bus arrived earlier than usual! However, after dropping off Aaron, my bus took I-87 to get me home, taking Exit 10. (No Broadway Bridge this time.) I didn’t get to stay long at Grandma’s after successfully bringing the shower curtain to her because my grandpa was sick. My grandma tends to worry when I am out in the dark, so as I was mad over that, I took a walk on the Henry Hudson Bridge in both directions and filmed an electric gate on Waldo Avenue. On Thursday the 24th, after we had a Thanksgiving celebration at my grandma’s at BLDG B of Nathan Hale Gardens, I went to BLDG A to ride an elevator, and I heard the left elevator’s fan was turned off, so I rode that.

On Monday the 28th, we got yet another set of coverages for the bus driver and bus matron. The route started a little late in the morning. As school was over, because the bus broke down, we were on a replacement bus that squeaks way more than the original bus. We eventually went home, and as we went on the Henry Hudson Parkway, I saw the reflection and glare of the sunset at a New Jersey BLDG. After Aaron was dropped off, along with another student in a wheelchair, it was my turn. We went back on the Henry Hudson Parkway at dusk with the sun setting on the Manhattan side. It was already dusk on the Bronx side as we went on the Henry Hudson Bridge. I could easily see the toll cameras photoshoot the bus’s license plate. We took Exit 18 and unintentionally drove up to those Knolls co-op buildings. It 

wouldn’t have been like that if U-turns were allowed.

We got out of those and I (another dropoff) (eventually) went home. On Tuesday the 29th, the coverage driver from last week was back with a different matron. The routine was normal, despite the fact one of the kids on my bus came to school and home via Uber. (This would happen all week long.) The driver then asked me “Which highway should I take to get you home? Major Deegan or Henry Hudson?” I chose Hudson since traffic slowdowns happen randomly on I-87. We went on the bridge, and I was automatically the next drop-off. As we entered the Henry Hudson Bridge, the driver then asked me “Which one do I get out of?!” I replied “Riverdale Monument Exit!!” Exit 18 wasn’t very necessary that day. However, it was tomorrow. Going to school on Wednesday the 30th was also normal, along with the return of the substitute matron from last week. But going home, we skipped Exit 18 and took 20 (Riverdale Monument) making me automatically the next dropoff.

On Thursday the 1st, (of December) we got a different driver in the afternoon. We never took the Henry Hudson Parkway back home. Only Riverside Drive, Broadway Avenue, and Broadway Bridge. The driver kept going in circles after the dropoff before me. We went back on the bridge twice and almost went through an additional twice to the current twice. Altogether, that’s 4 times I rode the Broadway Bridge that day. Friday the 2nd was no different, except for the fact we went to school taking Broadway and Riverside Drive. Going home, my bus arrived nearly at dusk. As we got on the Henry Hudson Parkway, we automatically went into oncoming traffic. We took North Exit 11 to W 96th St. I saw online that the Henry Hudson Bridge’s northbound road was already in a traffic jam. When I was next, we went back on the Henry Hudson Parkway taking North Exit 17 to Dyckman Street. The Broadway Bridge’s Northbound road was infected with traffic that day as well as November 22nd going home that specific day.

My mother told me that an accident caused traffic delays on a road my bus was on. I then told her this is just the introduction to next week. And boy, was I right. On Monday the 5th, the bus arrived late again, with another set of coverages for the original matron and driver. It was also the day of a Costco trip which I didn’t know was canceled. I was fuming until I realized it was canceled. The pickup/dropoff routines were however normal (Broadway Bridge SB/NB) despite the fact I came home at sunset. On Tuesday the 6th, the bus came on time. The same driver and matron from yesterday were here. The routine was still normal. On Wednesday the 7th, was the same, until I had us go through I-95 South/West and the Henry Hudson Parkway/Bridge to get me home earlier. This would be permanent. On Thursday the 8th, We got another substitute driver, along with a substitute matron in the afternoon. We went home on Broadway. On Friday the 9th, we took the Henry Hudson Bridge both SB and NB because the next pickup after me wasn’t going to school, thus automatically transitioning to the next pickup on W 187th St. Going South, we took the rest of the Henry Hudson Parkway from Exit 14 to get us to school for clubs. Did I also mention we also have a different driver for both AM/PM? The driver also called us “future doctors.”

It was the best Friday of my life until Satan’s Parkway became Monika’s Parkway on Monday the 12th. On Monday the 12th, was a trip to PS. 33 Chelsea Piers to do important student photography to make official student photo ID’s out of. We did this in Park West, and we did this in P. 33. One Monday morning, my school bus didn’t have a f[REDACTED]king driver again. My mother saw a bit of snowfall, to which she theorized ice could have blocked the window, but this was a genuine emergency. I yelled from the top of my lungs “Drive me to school right now moth[REDACTED]cker!” I yelled loud enough for my building, the school bus company, and my teacher to hear, to which her decision and final decision was to disallow me to film an elevator at P. 33 and PWHS that day. The bus eventually came with the same Matron from Dec. 5 and the driver from Dec. 9 in the AM only. I was so fuming she either had me stay behind or basically shut the hail up. I went, I said… stuff. I was to sit with Ms. Lisa afterward until lunch in the cafeteria, to which I went. On the way home, I yelled at my mother on the phone on the bus, while sporadically jumping, pounding the window, and seat, disrespecting the boundaries of other students and another coverage driver and matron.

After dropping off the student on W 178th St before me, I was somewhat happy to go home on Broadway. Instead of that, we took the Washington Bridge, only to go to the Cross Bronx Expressway. I called my mother again and told her it was stupid and dumb for the driver to go through Cross Bronx. The matron replied to both of us that “In 20 minutes I will be home.” I also exclaimed to my mother I am walking the Henry Hudson Bridge after this. The matron then asked me “Are you going to go home or on the bridge” I replied “Home.” I lied to her. “My mother gave her an apology and the matron replied, “it’s okay.” I went on the Henry Hudson Bridge, and I walked South and North and South again and North again. I was too tired to do anything else. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were all decent days. On Tuesday the 13th, we did our snack store work. The matron from Dec. 6 was back for both AM/PM from Tue-Thur along with the driver from yesterday in the afternoon. On Wednesday the 14th, We went to a food market. There was an elevator in a train station we took back up to the Street level when we arrived at the 50th St Station. The driver from Nov. 21 was also back from AM/PM.

On Thursday the 15th, Thursday was also decent and I went to visit our relative at Waldo Gardens which means for me, I got to check up on the elevators. The driver from Nov. 21 was here in the AM and the driver from Dec. 9 was here in the PM. But on Friday the 16th, hear this. The inspector was unavailable because it was raining. Because my mother was unable to drive me, I called my uncle. And I disrespectfully kept calling him until he finally answered. Because I’m not ending the school week the way I started it, we asked him to drive me to school so I could attend clubs, which he did. Traffic was normal, and it remained normal. We once again got a different matron, and the driver from Dec. 12. Only Me and Aaron got driven to school and are on the bus headed home. This school week ended neutrally, but on Saturday the 17th, I went to a Cubesmart on Exterior St to film an electric gate that moves in the style of a gate arm. I did this purposely to get them to call the cops not once, but twice! The first time getting the cops called was in the morning after filming electric gates on Heath Avenue, which is dangerous my mother tells me “Don’t go there” but I don’t care. Crime rates were calm that day. I also went on the Henry Hudson Bridge, for fun. We then went for a blood test, which I don’t want because of the needles. I really don’t like needles. I was promised we will go on the Henry Hudson Bridge on our way back from our upcoming shopping trip to Brooklyn.

So I got the needle. The second time getting the cops called was in the evening. I said, “F[REDACTED]ck off!” To those who wanted me to leave. The Cubesmart staff then pressed a button to keep the gate idle while open both during the day and at night. I left eventually. After the second encounter, I went to grandma’s because I didn’t want to sleep with my mother after Monday the 12th. In my building, I saw a part of the lower electric gate was falling apart, which made it move louder than usual. Not only did I film that, but I also made a YouTube short, Tiktok short, and Instagram short, on all 3. I then went to my grandma’s, while being indifferent to the fact my grandpa has Covid. I filmed the left side elevator at BLDG A before going to BLDG B where my grandma resides. I was in my grandma’s bedroom all Sunday the 18th, to avoid the couch that my grandpa was laying down on. I went back home, but only so I could go to school tomorrow.

On Monday the 19th, we went to do student ID photography at IS90. We took the train. My school bus also came late again, yahoo… By the way, the Matron from Dec. 6 was back. On Tuesday the 20th, the Matron and Driver from Dec. 12 were back, but only in the Morning. They also came late because they were also picking up new students, with which I am familiar. We arrived late. We also went to the Costco in East River Plaza after skipping Exit 11, taking Exit 17, and taking the Harlem River Drive afterward. After Ms. Sarah said absence photos are being taken care of at P. 33, I was fuming mad again. The unit coordinator Ms. Allie, (full name Ms. Allison) told the mom of one of my friends named Matthew that he will come home on the bus with me. Matthew was upset. And I basically straight up sided with him as I called Ms. Allie a “psychopath” for having Matthew come home late, like me. Ms. Allie didn’t have her feelings hurt as she told me “His mom is busy, Jonathan, don’t yell at me about it.” or something like that.

The bus finally came after being in traffic, and I was yelling at my mother again, only for her to hang up. I then yelled, “MEGGY-DESTI!! MEGGY-DESTI!!!” loud enough for another student on my bus with echolalia to repeat what I said. I let him take over. While I yelled, I was sporadically jumping again, and I flung some seatbelts around, and Aaron copied my movements. Boundaries of the students, the driver from Dec. 9, and yet another coverage matron were disrespected that day/evening. I did this before, but obviously, I didn’t yell. I said “Meggy-Desti” and the student with echolalia yelled it after I calmly told him to say it louder. I then said mean, unnecessary, and unrelated emails to various programs, such as Khan Academy and Manhattan College, in an attempt to be on Inside Edition. On Wednesday the 21st, the matron from Dec. 5 and driver from December 12 were back for both AM/PM. I was to eat lunch in the office and write stuff to Ms. Lisa. I wrote suicidal words to her in an attempt to be on Inside Edition as well. The only reward was my school Google account being disabled and a failed walk on the Henry Hudson Bridge and being dragged/taken home by the cops and ambulance. Don’t worry, they were good cops, and not the unprofessional cops we see on the news. My mother promised me a ride on the bridge, with a ride on the elevators located at a friend of hers on Park Reservoir Apartments BLDG B. Both missions were a success.

On Thursday the 22nd, I stayed home after Wednesday’s events and went back to school on Friday the 23rd. We had a winter party. I successfully attended it and got my school account back. The rest was just preparing for the New Year’s Eve celebration.

By Monday, January 3rd, 2023, guess what. The school bus was unavailable. My mother randomly agreed to drive me to school that day. On our way home, we got on an available replacement school bus and driver and matron. We went through I-87 to get me home. On January 4th, my 18th birthday, going to school was no different from the 3rd, and especially on an important milestone in my life. My uncle drove me to school that day and we were on the replacement school bus home that day, too, but with another set of replacement drivers and matron. Starting January 5th, everything started to return back to normal. The replacement bus became our permanent bus, the driver from 01/04/23 became our permanent driver, and the matron from 12/05/22 became our permanent matron.

We went through the Henry Hudson Bridge on our way to pick up more kids on our way to school, and on the way back, we took I-87. On January 5th and 6th, we took the Henry Hudson Bridge in both directions. This went on for the entirety of next week. January 6th was also a banger night to remember because I filmed more elevators and went on I-87 and the Triborough bridges. The elevators I filmed were Park Reservoir Apartments BLDG D and Walden Terrace, during visitations.

On January 12th, My mother went up a parking number instead of down on the waiting list from 20 to 21 instead of 19. We also went to Waldo Gardens to visit our family members. Originally it was my mother going to visit her, but as soon as I got the text “We’re going to Waldo Gardens”, I ran to her and we went, questioning our family member on why I tagged along. The family member gave me 50 dollars. When we went home, I realized that moving up a parking space was what she gets for 12/12/22. I couldn’t have been happier. On January 14th, my mother’s back began hurting, to which I argued with her and left to spend the 3-day break at my grandma’s. Why should I feel remorseful? I didn’t film the elevators at that Chelsea Piers school because of her. After a visit with my grandma on January 16th, I missed out on a visit to my uncle’s apartment. Perhaps that’s what I get for going a little too far?

Still upset about the events of 12/12/22, I wasn’t just going to face it. Ms. Sarah C did mention going back to all the schools we went to for Staff ID photos next, but she also scrapped that since “getting a staff member to come out of the classroom for a photo” is very hard to do. Beginning February 3rd, I had an appointment with the Social Security Administration over the phone. I was not happy. Why? They said they will call at 8 to 9am, but instead, they called at 9 to 10am. My uncle eventually drove me to school as soon as his car finished warming up due to the cold weather. Taking the Henry Hudson Bridge or Broadway Bridge wouldn’t help with getting to school faster since it was already 9:30am.

From February 6th to February 16th, 2023, I became out of control as I say “Meggy-Desti” along with the echolalia student repeating after me. On February 16th, 2023, the 12/05/22 matron was absent in the afternoon) (because 23 names being said and repeated over and over again was too much) resulting in a coverage matron and the fun of my life with those 23 names to say. On February 17th, 2023 When the matron asked me (at this point) to cut it out, I had zero remorse. I made violent threats and incentives. “Say Meggy-Desti or I will do this” “Say Meggy-Desti or this will happen to you”. I was not happy. I was insane. I raised my voice. And I will continue my irrational antagonistic behavior until I film and ride the elevators at PS. 33 Chelsea Piers. I however am aware that when the day comes, I will have charges pressed on me. I will be thrown out of the bus completely. Will this story arc ever end? Answer: NO!

After a trip to Brooklyn on 02/26, I am still on the school bus. I then agreed to my myself for the kid with echolalia to repeat the names quietly, and have him say “Jonathan is my boyfriend, Aaron is my boyfriend.” To which was also horrendous to the 12/05/22 matron and 01/04/23 driver. All school bus rides were normal until 03/15/23. As usual, I told the student to say the names, but make someone say the names as well as the ABC’s. I then told him to look at the person he has to make and say the names, which led to the matron telling both of us to shut up. I made the matron snap // raise her voice at me because of those 23 names and the addition of other stuff. I told her to chill out despite the fact I was psychopathic, too. Now we are even. The driver tried to break up the verbal fight.

Full Smg4 & OnyxKing67 girl name call/repetition list:

Pomni-Meggy-Desti (3 out of 23) (originally ‘Meggy-Desti’ until 02/16/23)

Tari-Belle (5 out of 23)

Saiko-Bo (7 out of 23)

Melony-Whisk (9 out of 23)

Sofia-Lucinia (11 out of 23)

Evelyn-Uzi (13 out of 23)

Namai-Tessa (15 out of 23)

J-V (17 out of 23)

Zelus-Grasshopper (19 out of 23) (The OnyxKing67 girls)

Satsuki Chan-Karen (21 out of 23)

Kaizo-Whimpu (23 out of 23)