By Jane Aronds
9:01 a.m. Doorbell rings. My instructor’s here!
9:03 a.m. I get in the car. How cool am I?!
9:04 a.m. I start backing out of the driveway.
9:06 a.m. I forget to buckle my seatbelt. I drive back up the driveway.
9:07 a.m. My instructor has me readjust the mirrors. But I can see myself perfectly—what is he talking about?
9:08 a.m. I put the car in drive instead of reverse. Oh well, the garage needed a new door anyway.
9:22 a.m. ON THE ROAD!!!
9:23 a.m. I turn on the radio. A Taylor Swift marathon? My jam!
9:24 a.m. I officially owe my neighbors a new trash can.
9:26 a.m. I blow through a stop sign. How am I supposed to read a sign while driving?
9:35 a.m. I stop traffic. It’s not my fault that baby geese were jaywalking!
9:38 a.m. Who has the right of way? Me? The skateboarder? The squirrel?
9:46 a.m. I spot the Penguin Ice truck and ask to stop for a rainbow icee. My instructor grips the door handle in silence.
9:52 a.m. The car lurches so I put both hands back on the wheel.
9:54 a.m. My instructor appears to be praying.
9:57 a.m. I head home and hit my neighbor’s trash can again. Sorry!
10 a.m. My lesson’s complete! I now realize that journaling during my lesson was not the best idea.
Oh well, there’s always next week!