The things you do for love

My sister walked through the door today a little more worn out than usual at the end of her long work days. She called me, not knowing I was home, because she had to vent her frustration. I wasn't prepared for the story she told.
She slept most of the bus ride home as usual. She woke up about ten minutes before her stop. For the last few blocks, she was the only one left on the bus. She moved to the front and took out one of her ear buds in case the driver wanted to ask her what her stop would be so as not to bother with any others.
That was the worst mistake of her life.
He tried to open with a clever tease. He quickly posed the relationship status question and when finding out she was single jumped straight to the request for her number. Since she had recently had a similar unfortunate disaster which led to multiple unsolicited phone calls, she wisely stated that she would take his number and call him the next time that she knew of an activity going on and would invite him.
Well, he must have been duped by other girls in the past. He followed up by asking her to go ahead and call his phone so that he could have her number as well.
Despite every desire not to, she couldn't come up with a way to get out of that step.
On her walk home from the bus stop, the phone rang.
It was the bus driver.
He spoke to her for a few minutes and divulged all his unflattering characteristics. He shared with her a few things that he admitted had been a turn off for girls he tried to date in the past. Yet he revealed them in the first conversation. I don't understand boys like that.
Well, I left the house for a couple hours. When I got home, I found out that he had already called her twice more.
She didn't answer either time.

Now it's your turn to share the advice. What should she do? How can she tactfully but forcefully get the point across that he is coming on far too strong (which makes her not interested WHATSOEVER!)? I don't know what to tell her. I can sympathize, having endured a similar situation last summer, but I don't know what I did to shake the kid loose. What would you do or have you done?

*Addendum: It is five minutes shy of 11pm. The bus driver just called for the fourth time today.
*Addendum #2: My sister mentioned she was living with me in the bus conversation. The bus driver just sent my sister a text that asked, "How old is your sister?"

Story time

Once upon a time there was a fifth grade teacher who was starting at a brand new school. This teacher was so excited about everything. Then one day, she found out some very sad news. This new school did not have enough money to install projectors in every classroom. This teacher will not have a projector in her classroom.
Although this teacher is very talented and creative, not having a projector will be a difficult adjustment. You see, this teacher loves computers and technology. Technology is a big part of her life. She imagines that many of her students also live a similar lifestyle. They probably use computers all the time. They are entertained by gaming systems that are computers. They are probably masters at the self-checkout. Whether or not they have their own cell phones, they maximize the use of any they can get a hold of, easily navigating and utilizing all the features of any cell phone that lands in their hands. They've known technology their entire lives.
Yet when the students walk into their classroom on August 24, their jaws will drop. It will be like they entered a foreign country. Not because the building will be new or their classmates will be from all over the county, it will be because they will enter an old-fashioned classroom environment where nothing is digital.
Fortunately, this story doesn't have a totally sad ending. This teacher aired her frustrations and made a cry for help via her facebook status. She was contacted by a friend who had an extra television lying around and was willing to donate it to the classroom. Now this teacher will at least be able to hook her computer up to the tv so that the classroom will not be void of visual stimulus and reinforcement. Maybe the principal will see how much a projector means to this teacher and the good she will be able to do with one and opt to mount one of the limited number in her classroom.
Or maybe the teacher can work up a persuasive argument that will convince the principal that it would actually be cheaper and educationally valuable to install a projector in this teacher's classroom. [If this teacher cannot display an image for the whole class to see, she will be forced to print copies for each student. A classroom cannot be without context. Three printed copies per student per day (assuming $0.07 per copy) adds up to over $900 per school year. One can get a mighty fine projector for that kind of money. This cost doesn't account for the time it will take the teacher to make the copies nor does it reflect the adverse impact on the environment. Also, the teacher will be forced to spend her extremely valuable time creating posters and picking up pictures at Walgreens (which also brings in more cost for posterboard, markers, glue, picture development, etc.) and less time on developing more meaningful lessons and intervening with students who are not yet proficient in particular concepts.]
This story must temporarily come to end. This teacher hopes, however, that this will not be the permanent end. She wishes with all her heart that she will be able to report a fairy tale ending before too long. Cross your fingers for her.
The end.

At long last

Dear Internet,
I have missed you ever so dearly. Although I have had passing relations with you at various locations, I have longed for your constant companionship. I was so grateful to be reunited with you at long last today. I vow never again to part with you for such a time.
Most sincerely,
Katie