Busyness and Driving.

Once upon a time I attended college... somewhere in the rush of life, I got busy, I forgot to breathe and my face turned blue.

Not really.

But this week is going to be a busy week for me. It won't be horrible, and I probably won't even be stressed. I just have a lot of things to get done.
The Saturday Seminar is this Saturday. I have a lot of reading to do because I've only read two chapters out of the book. I had a reading plan where I would read 2 chapters a day and then I would get all 18 of them done in two weeks and it would have only been light reading once a day, but that totally didn't happen. I'm not sure why.

So... I got my drivers permit on Saturday. I want freedom. I want freedom to go and do as I need, not to be restricted because I have to rely on other people. Yeah, okay, I want independence and that's hard to obtain if you don't really have a way to get around other than walking or riding a broken bike. I just decided that I can not be on campus and not have a car next year if I want to accompolish everything I will need to accompolish.

Christine also took me driving... it's winter and theres snow in a lot of places. We started out in a high school parking lot and I wanted to just stay there and get used to her car but she told me to go out of the parking lot, so I did and she took me on little residential roads, so then I wanted to stay on the residential roads and she took me onto streets with traffic lights, and I wasn't happy, but I went, it was terrifiying, and I kept having to increase speed... I wanted to go 10 mph, but I eventually had to go 50mph, which is the fastest I've ever driven in a vehicle. (when grandma was trying to teach me the steering was weird and the breaks were going out, so I was afraid to go fast and I wouldn't go over 40 mph, I think those little problems also made me a little bit of a nervous driver). So eventually Christine had me drive all the way back to my college. It was terrifying. How long does it take to get over being nervous about driving?

One of the things that really really bothered me was that I couldn't tell where I was on the road. I mean, I didn't know if I was over the line or not, or how far from the line I was. And everytime a car came at me going in the opposite direction I wanted to move to the right, but I held my position and none of them hit me, so I guess thats a good thing.

And then, of all the things to make me nervous about driving on the unfamilar roads, I passed police cars about 3 times. But none of them pulled me over so thank God for that.

So yeah... I can't wait until next time. I'm not sure if that's sarcasm or not. I don't like sarcasm, but it might be sarcasm. I just don't know.