I started Driver’s Ed. today.  Yes, at my age, I have not yet recieved my lisence *hangs head in shame*.  No matter, I’ll get it before I’m old enough to drink (of course, I also will have graduated from college before I’m old enough to drink—such is the pain of the prodigy).

Today was the first day of Driver’s Ed. As I walked into the classroom, my eyes were assailed by the sight of 20 15-year-olds in Roxy and Aeropostale, sporting emo bangs and haughty looks.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing.  I would also like to point out at this time that I was not only the oldest student there, I was also the tallest.

The class itself was dull.  The instructor seemed determined to demean our intelligence, first by asking in a condescending tone how many years ago 1996 was, and later by giving us 45 minutes to read an 11-page chapter about why we take driver’s training.

Can you tell that I’m mad?  Meh…it’s just a mood, I guess.  I’ll get over it.  There’s no way that I’m backing out of something as simple yet important as driver’s ed. just because the students think I’m old and weird or the teacher thinks that I’m young and stupid is no reason to quit.  I’ll take a sketchbook and maybe The Jungle to pass the time, and hope that the instructor doesn’t catch on to the fact that I’m paying zero attention. ^_^

Ciao!