Casual Letters

I Sure Hope Life Isn’t A Highway, Cause I Hate I-95.

Driving is such a scam. I’ve been told that it it is so fun and liberating, but I feel none of that. None. All I feel when I drive is the crushing fear that I might kill someone or someone might kill me.

I know that if you are a cautious driver, you won’t get killed, and I try to be cautious. My eyes are wide open and my hands are gripped on the wheel so tight that I can feel the sweat dripping down onto my thighs. That trying to be cautious just makes it worse. I get so caught in one thing that I’ll forget another and then my drivers ed teacher will yell at me and then I’ll get even more nervous and make a wrong turn and it’s just a spiral of mistakes.

Don’t even get me started on my drivers ed teacher. I am fairly sure he is the 3rd worst person to walk this Earth. His little beard taunts me. I would punch that guy if I could.

Not trying to get expelled though.

One time he put his hand on the rear view mirror and asked me what kind of car is behind me. What the heck??? Is he an idiot?? Sorry I can’t tell you the model, brand, color, and number of passengers in the car behind me! And also why would you put your hand on the mirror!!! I am a freaked out teen driver, why would you cover that up, one wrong move and I could crash this car in minute.

Sorry got real heated there that man gets me going. Anyway, he made me hate driving. I know many of you may love driving on the open road, letting your hair down, blasting some music, but its just not for me. For once in my life I WANT to take public transportation. I don’t think anyone has ever said that before. Either that or my parents will drive me around for the rest of my life. I’m cool with either.

Tara L.

P.S. Sorry for the lack of posts, I already broke the nice streak I had going there. This blog is like a new year’s resolution just waiting to fail.