Car-Wrecked 7/18/2001
Today was my first driving lesson. I'll be 19 in October and I still do not have my license. Last summer I took three or four lessons and my dad took me out twice. Then I went away to Carnegie Mellon's summer art program. When I came back in late August my world was upside down. After 18 years of loving art I no longer wanted to be an art major. My list of prospective schools totally changed and I had to do my college search all over again. I had also decided that since I didn't deal well with Pittburgh, I definitely could not be able to handle going to a university in California. My SAT's were coming up and I had three AP classes plus precalculus to get ready for. The application process was absolutely crazy and before I knew it, it was February. My parents do well for themselves, but during the winter money is always tight. Plus we had an absolutely horrible winter so we put it off until April. In March and April I had started to receive my acceptance/rejection/waitlist letters. When I got waitlisted by the University of Rochester I was desperately trying to get off of the waitlist by sending in more materials. I turn around and June had come. By June, my mother wanted Rebecca to come back from Binghamton so my mother could schedule lessons for me and Rebecca together. (This was useless because Rebecca decided to not take lessons any more). In late June I went to George Mason. Money was once again tight so I had to wait another two weeks until my mom could schedule lessons.
So here I am, 36 days until I go to Syracuse and I still don't have a license. I didn't even take the five-hour course yet.
The title was a joke. There was no car wreck. Actually, Patty, my teacher said, "I can tell already that you're a good driver. You have good maneuvering skills." :o) It takes so little to make me smile, it really does. All I ask is that people be somewhat nice to me. I made one really terrible turn on the way home. We actually landed on the left side of the street, the turn was so bad. Patty was cool about it though; she let me redeem myself by letting me make two more turns. In the beginning of the lesson I was so nervous I turned on the windshield wipers instead of turning on the turning signal. She was cool about it though, and she knew I was nervous. It made me feel better about Caleigh's comment. My day ended on a good note.
Until next entry
Artist
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