So guess what my driving school’s name is?

That’s right: The Sheila S. C——- School of Automotive Excellence.

Their record is spotless!

However, it has only been a month and a half.

And today, I nearly crashed into a little old man who was coming out of the dialysis center. After we got through that one, I parked (crookedly!) and mom asked what my backup plan was. This is my backup plan: Jesus Take the Wheel. My main plan is drive 5 or 10 under the speed limit if at all possible, never move my arms from their position, avoid other cars and people and animals at all costs, and say “hoooooly crap” and “ahhh scary!” a lot.

This is possibly not the best approach.

I asked mom yesterday if we could drive in a different neighborhood where I don’t know anyone (about 2 minutes after forcing my friend’s mother off the road) and she replied, “No honey, I think people need to become aware of the danger.”

I’ve driven to violin lesson 2 weeks in a row: the first time, I pulled in wrong and had to get out of the car to walk over and punch in the keycode; the second time, I slowed wayyyy down for a speed hump only to realized that there was no speed hump; and then I discovered that it is a bad idea to talk with your hands while you drive.

Driving is a lot harder than it looks.