Driving

Sorry I haven't written in like a week. It's been April vacation and I do have somewhat of a life. Well, kinda. Anyways, I got my permit on Wednesday, April 11 (which is also my birthday). I didn't officially start driving until Sunday, April 15. It was a night quite like tonight - dark and rainy.

I would like to consider myself a pretty good driver. I used to like driving. Until Friday, April 20th, happened. Friday was an awful day to begin with. On Friday I was going out to lunch with my grandparents. I stupidly offered to drive. Okay, it was me, my parents, my sister, and my grandparents all going out to lunch. I had to drive my mother's Honda Odyssey, which is a van. Until that day, I haven't driven anything but my car - a 1990 Ford Tempo. For those of you who don't know what that looks like, its a somewhat small car.

I wasn't nervous when I started driving. Getting onto the main roads though, is a whole different story. I was going through the main intersection in town, when my mother, sister, and grandmother started yelling at each other about my driving. WHILE I AM DRIVING. Doesn't help much. At this point in my driving career, I haven't driven with large groups of people, who are yelling at each other, in a van, while I'm driving.

Now, I'm signaling to turn into the Olive Garden parking lot. I start turning and almost get into a head-on collision. This was in no way my fault. When this happens, my mother gasps, and expresses "MY van!" Her daughter could have gotten into a head-on collision but she was worried about her van. Okay. By this point, I am flustered and frustrated. I park the car in the Olive Garden parking lot and start to cry. Yes, cry. I refused to drive home.

I did not give up though! I offered to drive my dad to the bowling alley (in my car) later that night. On the way over to the bowling alley, a golf cart decides to come out of nowhere and swerve in and out of the road. Okay guy, cool. At this point in my day, I am ready to just crawl under a rock and stay there for the rest of my life. I get to the bowling alley, go to the bar to see my mom, and I start crying again. It has been that kind of day. I planned on drowning my sorrows away with Shirley Temples.

I have not driven since Friday. It's not that I'm afraid to, it's that no one wants to let me or drive with me. So now, I'm not a huge fan of driving.

~Hayley