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Jun. 29th, 2004 04:59 pmToday in Driver's Ed we watched this video about how stupid female drivers are and how every accident ever caused was caused by a teenager, and that every single one killed a middle-aged male.
Yeah, it was made in the seventies, or earlier. How could you tell?
I got my permit today, immediately after DE. (I like that abbreviation -- it reminds me of Death Eater, which reminds me of death, which reminds me of what I feel like inflicting on either myself or the semi-goths in my driving group. It's a nice little circle, don't you think?) After that, I drove with my mom.
She wouldn't let me drive in the lunch hour traffic, and, frankly, I wouldn't have wanted to. Just on the way from the DoL to the grocery store, which is approximately a ten minute drive, we heard four horns honked because people were cutting each other off or just being stupid. That's more than I normally hear in an entire day. After my mom finished her errands, she drove to our church, and I got in the driver's seat.
(Every single kid in the LDS Church has driven in a church parking lot before they took their driver's test. This is a fact. It is a pet theory of mine that if you practice driving in the church parking lot, every kid in your class at church will know about it before Sunday and will ask you how it went.)
I drove around the lot a bit, attempted to park, hid from the scary gardening truck that came into the lot in a parking space, and then dared myself to drive the five minute trip home. (One minute on a random street, the rest through our huge neighborhood.) I went extremely slow, but the person behind me didn't tail me or anything once he realized how young I was. (My mom cracked up -- she was looking in the mirror at him because he was tailing me at first, and then all of a sudden he backed up. She said he had a funny look on his face when he did it.)
The rest of that drive went fine, but it was the second drive that was the best -- the one with my dad. We drove around our neighborhood for a bit, including through the extremely windy school parking lot, then went onto that same random road I mentioned earlier to get to the neighborhood across the way. That place is one of the most intricate things I've ever seen. I imagine it would look extremely cool from above, though I don't know how much of it you would actually be able to see from a commercial airplane.
Anyway, my dad taught me a lot about reversing, turning, and stopping. (Who ever really needs help with going?) He told me that I was doing really well, especially compared to David, who played racing car video games from the moment he could understand a controller and was really jerky with the wheel at first.
Conclusion? Tomorrow's drive will be interesting.
(Especially if the semi-goths haven't been practicing. Heh heh. Who's going to be rolling their eyes then? I can just see it now -- Revenge of the Semi-Prep!)
Yeah, it was made in the seventies, or earlier. How could you tell?
I got my permit today, immediately after DE. (I like that abbreviation -- it reminds me of Death Eater, which reminds me of death, which reminds me of what I feel like inflicting on either myself or the semi-goths in my driving group. It's a nice little circle, don't you think?) After that, I drove with my mom.
She wouldn't let me drive in the lunch hour traffic, and, frankly, I wouldn't have wanted to. Just on the way from the DoL to the grocery store, which is approximately a ten minute drive, we heard four horns honked because people were cutting each other off or just being stupid. That's more than I normally hear in an entire day. After my mom finished her errands, she drove to our church, and I got in the driver's seat.
(Every single kid in the LDS Church has driven in a church parking lot before they took their driver's test. This is a fact. It is a pet theory of mine that if you practice driving in the church parking lot, every kid in your class at church will know about it before Sunday and will ask you how it went.)
I drove around the lot a bit, attempted to park, hid from the scary gardening truck that came into the lot in a parking space, and then dared myself to drive the five minute trip home. (One minute on a random street, the rest through our huge neighborhood.) I went extremely slow, but the person behind me didn't tail me or anything once he realized how young I was. (My mom cracked up -- she was looking in the mirror at him because he was tailing me at first, and then all of a sudden he backed up. She said he had a funny look on his face when he did it.)
The rest of that drive went fine, but it was the second drive that was the best -- the one with my dad. We drove around our neighborhood for a bit, including through the extremely windy school parking lot, then went onto that same random road I mentioned earlier to get to the neighborhood across the way. That place is one of the most intricate things I've ever seen. I imagine it would look extremely cool from above, though I don't know how much of it you would actually be able to see from a commercial airplane.
Anyway, my dad taught me a lot about reversing, turning, and stopping. (Who ever really needs help with going?) He told me that I was doing really well, especially compared to David, who played racing car video games from the moment he could understand a controller and was really jerky with the wheel at first.
Conclusion? Tomorrow's drive will be interesting.
(Especially if the semi-goths haven't been practicing. Heh heh. Who's going to be rolling their eyes then? I can just see it now -- Revenge of the Semi-Prep!)
