To find this school girl talk a bit depressing

[whoneedssleepanyway]

On the way to work this morning three school girls were talking on the bus (prob about 14/15) and two of them were saying their dads had promised them a car at 17 if they weren't pregnant and hadn't been kicked out of school.

Each to their own I guess and yes none of my business but just to me a reward like a car surely should be for some big achievement and it kind of makes it seem the expectation is for them to get pregnant and get kicked out of school so if they don't that is exceptional...? How does that teach them to aim high and have ambitions and goals and about earning things not getting something for nothing.

I have to endure gobby school girls on some trips I do.

There's one particular gobshite on my route - evey boy mentioned is greeted with a howl of "eeee's my Ex!". Its a bit sad (especially when one girl pointed out that one boy was her cousin and was met with a 'yer but no but' as she backtracked then announced that it was a different Joe Bloggs) as she is trying so very very hard to impress the boys, who just tell her to shut up.

She is a pain in the arse though. I once made the mistake if sitting in front of her. She decided that trying to take something out of my handbag (or pretending to) and tapping me on the back of the head was the height of hilarity.

My 8 year old and his friend told her to stop being so childish. 'Is that your kid? Tell 'im to stop talking to meeeeee!'. I put on my best Miss Jean Brodie and told her to sit down and stop being a silly little girl. I had to remind myself that I am probably old enough to be her grandmother, so offering a slap around the head wouldn't be appropriate (which is what I would have done if I'd been her age).

Still, better than the really foul mouthed kids that get on further up the road. One day they were particularly roudy (never has the C word been used so loudly or frequently) and no-one dared say anything (these 'kids' are huge and some have a lot a face fuzz). It was only when an elderly west Indian chap came on, popped his head around the staircase, shook his head then stood up in the middle of the aisle and bellowed at them to keep their mouths shut. You could have heard a pin drop. I clapped.

Oh God, please tell me that my sweet little boy won't become a terror on public transport.

My bribe for not getting pregnant was not being murdered by my mother. Not that I would have even looked at a boy until I went to uni. They were simpler, more innocent days...

I think we should coin a new phrase called underhearing. It's when you are straining like hell to ahem accidentally overhear someone's conversation but you can't quite manage it.

YANBU and there have been some ridiculous comments on here.