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Sunday, January 22

I'm not a driver

I'm taking a course this weekend. It's like a taste of how getting your driver's license will be like. From 9 AM to 4 PM. It feels just like school, honestly. Except I GOT TO DRIVE A FUCKING CAR. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine my fear, my terror, my mortification? The minute I sat in front of the wheel surely I was doomed -- not to mention the three other kids I was grouped with, also present in the car. Oh my god.

To be fair though, I thought I did pretty well at first. A bit of speed and slalom between cones I managed just fine, although I ready to fucking piss myself the whole time. As soon as the boy's got the gist of it, bless their bleeding hearts, they wanted to drive fast. And I nearly died of fright, I swear to Pete I was so close to having a panic attack when we spun around. After that I got out and waited it out. Then the super-tan man with the super-grey hair told me I was about to learn how to drive the car in reverse. Oh my fucking god, are you kidding me?! That did not go well.

Despite all the horrors I was exposed to today, I made it out alive.

Tomorrow we're getting first aid training, which I reckon is going to be much more enjoyable for me. Just tell me something I don't already know about my body, darling.

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