I read somewhere once that there are two huge milestones in the average
teenager's life: sex and driving. I have pretty much no experience with
the former, but as for the latter...
Today I took the Graduated Licensing thing that my state requires. It
took four hours for me to learn that drinking and driving is a bad
thing, apparently. Mostly my thoughts wandered off after hearing about
Blood Alcohol Contents for half an hour, mostly to random other trivial
things.
HOWEVER. I did learn things! On my way back home, I learned to stop for
a fireSUV (it was NOT a fireTRUCK, how odd) and a police car (INCOGNITO
police car, I might add. I didn't notice it had those lights until they
started flashing), and I learned to not drink and drive.
Not that I would.
ANYHOW. The guy who taught the class was my old AP Spanish teacher, so
I pimped RED out to him (gave him a business card, y0) and went home,
fully content that I won't lose my license in four weeks due to not
taking this class.
On my driveway, I recognized that I back up like a drunk person,
though, weaving all over all sides of the driveway. I DID manage to
pull into the garage, with both my dad's van in the driveway and my
mom's car in the garage, which I've never done before, though. And this
was after a week and a half of not driving (the truck was in the shop
right before I went to New York) (I drive a truck. Chevrolet, if you
were wondering) (this is very important to me as a person).