Drivers ed might go into the summer.
Yes, you heard right. I am going to have to spend my first week of summer sitting in a classroom pretending to pay attention. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT IS LIKE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? The answer is no, you don't. So I don't even wanna hear about how the first week of summer you are going to Hawaii or haha, it sucks to be you. Seriously, if you say something like that, I will cut you. Don't think I am kidding, cuz I am a ginger and we are serious about everything. Did you get that? EVERYTHING. Right now, I am so mad. I was supposed to be sleeping and working and THAT WAS ALL! But no, now I have to do this and I CAN'T EVEN GET MY LICENSE UNTIL IT'S OVER!!!!!! Yes, that really did need that many exclamation points.
Mind one:
Sadly, I didn't hear right. I read right, seeigns how we type this blog... :) I have a very good idea what thats like because, I SIT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!! I have front row seats to seeing people smashed to bits, smeared on the pavement, and literally thrown around like rag dolls. Oh and the instructor? He has a mustache. Like a Magnium P.I. mustache. He wears only blue, tan, and grey its seriously one of the most boring wardrobes I've ever seen in my life... Listening to this man for three hours every monday, is horrible.... I literally find myself thinking about math homework while he is talking...MATH!!! Do you even realize how bad that is???? Mother of god....
Anyways. This blog wasn't as funny so I'll throw in a bonus story and draw you a picture...
A few weeks ago I got roped into helping at a middle school track meet. So I was walking around the meet with a clipboard screaming at middle school idiots to "GET IN YOUR FREAKIN LANE YOU MORONS!!!!" I was checking in kids for the one hundred meter dash, and so far it had been the usual collection of jocks, wanna-be's, and up and comings. Then I heard it... It was somewhere between a lisp and a harelip. Its impossible to describe, he lisped on words that didn't even have a lisp. He comes up to me and says. "Hallo. Ie Wuld liketh tho sheck ehn fahr thee hahndred mether dashk." I of course, didn't understand a bleeding word of that, and after having him repeat it twice I finally could understand, and asked for his name. This poor kid, he couldnt even pronounce his own name!!! I was trying soooo hard to not even twitch at him, I honestly felt bad for him... And now I feel like an utter jerk because after he had pointed his name out to me and got his lane number, he made the mistake of double checking to make sure he got everything correct.
Him: "Shou. Ah amn ehn lahne nahmbur fuur cahrrecth?"
Me: "Yeth, yeth yah ahre." *facepalm*
I literally hit my face with the clipboard, I cant even believe I said that... This poor kid was slightly overweight, and mexican....
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