I was in tears, and never wanted to drive again.
You can't really get far in life if you can't drive... Or so my mind tells me. So, I got back behind the wheel! I faced my fear, and practiced until I felt pretty good about driving. I did hate driving the van, for I felt I would have been more comfortable in a smaller vehicle. However, I was not about to let my need for a smaller vehicle stop me from driving! Last year, before the snow hit, and the never ending winter had struck, I finally found that the van was not a bad size at all; I could drive it no problem!
My permit expires this year, and I so REALLY want to get my license before my permit dies! (It's aging rapidly! How do I stop expiration dates from coming?) I have been driving out to Parker, and to Castlewood Canyon. Maybe I could get my license within the next couple of months! The other day, my parents told me that if I did good driving my dad and my sister Haley out to the D.M.V. in Castle Rock, I might be able to take my driving test in a couple weeks! WEEEEEEEEEEEW!
Lets do this!
The only thing that made me nervous, was that I would be driving dads mini cooper out there... I have only driven it once, and it is a lot more touchy than the van... I am not used to a car that stops on a dime, and hardly needs the slightest tap on the gas pedal to get you speeding away like a mad thing!
|(Example of frightened parents)|
He made me keep the keys.
When dad freaks out on me,'TURN RIGHT!' I cry; when my mom freaks out, shouting, 'SHIT BALLS!' I am a little shaken, but I bounce back within a few minutes... Why is that?
(Shocking right? You would think my dad would be the one swearing...)
Inside, he ordered us sausage biscuit thing-ies (The name is spacing my mind right now. Or I'm not putting any effort into remembering what they are called. Mc-something or other.) and hash browns. I was not hungry. I did not want to eat or drink anything. I just wanted to go home, and crawl into my bed. (If dad had bought me a Reese's McFlurry, I probably would have perked up right away. Psst, hey dad! Peanut butter is a cure all for me!)
After dad was done eating, and Haley was half way through her food, I decided I should probably eat something. I still was not hungry, but it was obvious that we were not going to leave until my food was gone. So I picked up the hash brown. They must not have salted it, but it was still tasty. Then the sausage in a biscuit called my name. 'Totless, I may not be Reese's, but you know I am tasty and will make you feel a little better!' Dad started to laugh, because he heard it too.
I ate it.
Okay, I can't be crying and trying to drive us back home. I cannot let this little thing stop me in my tracks, so I better suck it up and get us home! The drive back home went good, but I felt pretty bad for a long time after that. The possibility of me getting my license in a couple weeks is gone, and my original goal to get my license within the next two months seems a little far fetched to me now. I'm not sure what my parents think about that, but that is how I feel. Dad told me I should be proud of myself for getting back behind the wheel; mom and Haley agreed.
When should this proud feeling kick in? All day yesterday, I did not feel proud. I just felt bad because of the freakish experience! After dinner, (Probably when I had the peanut butter ice cream) I finally felt good about it! I realized; had this happened a year ago, there was no way in hell I would have gotten back behind the wheel so soon! At last, I can feel good about that driving experience! I should celebrate by watching Tobuscus! Perhaps Toby plays slender...
Who knows when I'll get my license, but if the parents tell me to drive them somewhere, then what the hell? I'll just get in and drive. I am only going to get better at this point, whether I am in the van or the mini *Sheldon* Cooper. Lol. I can handle it! ;D