So, on Saturday, my dad took me for my first driving lesson. I am petrified of the thought of driving a car. First of all, my dad has a fairly big Beemer, and the thought of crashing that thing makes my wallet hurt. Second, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!! It went better than I expected, I managed not to crash (I was going at five miles an hour), and I didn't break too hard. There's a lot more to learn though. When I was done, I almost died again; my little brother (13) wanted to try. We weren't in a freaking parking lot, no, my dad HAD to make me drive on the road, a secluded road mind you, but a road none the less. There were people driving by occassionally, so you can imagine how I felt. Anyway, back to my pain in the a** little brother. When he sat in the driver's seat, his head barely reached over the stearing wheel. He wasn't that bad except for the fact that he would slam on the breaks every five seconds! Uhhh, I was ready to barf after that. Well, I'll be taking driving lessons every Saturday from now on, so all residents of Southern California beware. I'll be able to get my permit in November, so wish me luck!
Grosses Bises (literally-fat kisses in French/actually-lots of kisses), Dash
P.S.- Please excuse any spelling errors, I'm a horrible speller.
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