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Doreen nodded. "Luke. First grader. Didn't want to buckle. I played 'Twinkle Twinkle' on my phone. He looked at me like I was an alien. Then he buckled." She sipped her coffee. "Tomorrow he'll do it without the song. Day after that, he'll help the next new kid."

Jay paused, then cracked a smile. Tied his shoes. Small win. northside isd transportation

At the next stop, a middle-schooler named slumped onto the bus, earbuds in, not making eye contact. But Carlos noticed his shoes were untied. "Jay. Laces, man. I don’t need you tripping into my stepwell." Doreen nodded

By 7:30 AM, the buses were ghosting back to the depot. Carlos pulled into his slot, cut the engine, and logged his pre-trip inspection. Zero incidents. Zero left behind. Didn't want to buckle

For , a 14-year driver for Northside ISD Transportation, this was the sacred hour. His bus, Unit 407, was spotless. The seats were aligned. The heater was already chasing away the February chill. On his clipboard was the route he could run blindfolded: a loop through the wooded subdivisions near O.P. Schnabel Park, then a tight turn onto Bandera Road, ending at Stinson Middle School.

"Heard you had a new nonverbal student yesterday," Carlos said.