Emma I must agree with you! I was getting on (this is Mariah, readers) and I thought I would leave a thought about Driver’s Education. Let me just say, my eyes are getting deep, dark circles underneath them; my shoulders are slumping, my arms are drooping, my body shudders at the thought of the homework. My legs do not work anymore, they just drag as I pull myself up every morning. I cannot move my hands after the long hours of writing down answers to the long worksheets. Once, as I stopped that night (early morning, really) I could not pry my white fingers off of the thin pencil.
All through the night I toss and turn, dreaming I am in a driver’s course dodging cones and belligerent, creepy teachers. I dodge one bright orange cone—ORANGE FOR WORK ZONES AND ROAD WORK. The color changes faster than I can spit off the answers. BLUE—SERVICES AVAILABLE. BLACK ON WHITE—REGULATORY! I get caught up in the dangerous maneuvers I need to make and can’t dodge the teacher anymore. He flies like an evil Superman to my car, proceeding to hand me an assignment… 19,832 problems long.
Hahaha, just kidding. It’s sort of boring and long, but it’s fine.
Love,
Mariah
Listening to: I Will Survive, by Gloria Gaynor
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