It ain't a pretty sight.
I've started Driver's Ed, possibly the most practical course I will ever take in high school. However, it is making time management the eighth golden virtue and spontaneity the eighth deadly vice. Between the class time and the homework, I'm packed. And exhausted.
Dad took me out driving tonight. Nascar is still not a career option. Every time I brake my passengers risk whiplash, and I am scared of our family Yukon. It is so comfortable when I'm sitting in it, but once I start driving, it is a monster who wants me to die. HELP! However, we're getting another car this month (smaller, safer, happier) so maybe my days of Yukonstress are over.
My days of homeworkstress are not.
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