don't stop believing..
apbio sort-of officially ended today! the exam started at 8 and we were done around 12:00ish. i was ridiculously stressed out over it yesterday/today and i think i might have actually done okay? i studied for six hours yesterday and i am so so so glad i did because it helped me on a bunch of the multiple choice. the four essays though were a joke. i had no idea how to write them.. all i knew is that cephalization meant evolution of heads. go me. oh well, it's finally done.
went out with my fellow ap-bioers after. we drove out to pizza hut on delaware (?). in my car it was me, ange, josh choate, nick lomardo and marbar. we played scandalous music and angela shouted obscene things out the window to people like 'UHHH!' 'OH OH OHHH...' needless to say, it was real funny. so we ate then went to starbucks then sat in our cars for like ten minutes deciding what we wanted to do. finally we decided that we were gonna go to alas so we started on our way and my car got seperated from the other two cause we took different streets..
i turned down this one road that would get me to military and i was doing one of those 'one eye on the road, one eye in the rearview mirror looking in the backseat' and next thing i know, i saw this car put its blinker on out of nowhere and i literally, slammed on the brakes. i left skid marks on the road and was two inches away from that cars back bumper. the three of them in the backseat said that the guy had put his blinker on at the last minute and waited to turn even though no cars were coming but i still feel so horrible. i really think i could have seriously injured us if i hadn't seen that car. that scares me so bad.. i was not only responsible for myself but for four other people and i wasn't paying enough attention to what i was doing.. not to sound morbid but how do i know something worse couldn't have happened? life can just change or even end that quickly and you can't do anything about it. that scares the crap out of me, not gonna lie.
okay soo we made it back to the cot and i was still so upset over it and then i realized that my brake light had turned on so i was like fuckkk. i then noticed that when i went to slow down or even stop, it took much longer and i had to push it a lot harder. i decided i didn't want to go to alexandra's then because i was still shaky and i felt like an asshole for jeopardizing the people in my car; so i just dropped them off and came home. i decided when i was pulling in that i had to tell my mom my brakes were going because it would have been stupid if i didn't. so i didn't tell her about the almost-accident because it would have lost all her trust in me and i think i handled the situation kinda okay? i just told her the light was on and what was wrong with it so she was like oh no big deal, brakes go sometimes for no reason.. just tell your dad to check it out. and when my brother got home, he said the same thing and he's big into mechanics so i feel a lot better. it's fixable and doesn't cost a lot of money so yeah, it's not good but it's okay.
this was much longer then i intended but whatever. moral of the day is, and i know this sounds morbid and dramatic but i now truly believe in it: live everyday like it's your last. live for today, dream for tomorrow.
went out with my fellow ap-bioers after. we drove out to pizza hut on delaware (?). in my car it was me, ange, josh choate, nick lomardo and marbar. we played scandalous music and angela shouted obscene things out the window to people like 'UHHH!' 'OH OH OHHH...' needless to say, it was real funny. so we ate then went to starbucks then sat in our cars for like ten minutes deciding what we wanted to do. finally we decided that we were gonna go to alas so we started on our way and my car got seperated from the other two cause we took different streets..
i turned down this one road that would get me to military and i was doing one of those 'one eye on the road, one eye in the rearview mirror looking in the backseat' and next thing i know, i saw this car put its blinker on out of nowhere and i literally, slammed on the brakes. i left skid marks on the road and was two inches away from that cars back bumper. the three of them in the backseat said that the guy had put his blinker on at the last minute and waited to turn even though no cars were coming but i still feel so horrible. i really think i could have seriously injured us if i hadn't seen that car. that scares me so bad.. i was not only responsible for myself but for four other people and i wasn't paying enough attention to what i was doing.. not to sound morbid but how do i know something worse couldn't have happened? life can just change or even end that quickly and you can't do anything about it. that scares the crap out of me, not gonna lie.
okay soo we made it back to the cot and i was still so upset over it and then i realized that my brake light had turned on so i was like fuckkk. i then noticed that when i went to slow down or even stop, it took much longer and i had to push it a lot harder. i decided i didn't want to go to alexandra's then because i was still shaky and i felt like an asshole for jeopardizing the people in my car; so i just dropped them off and came home. i decided when i was pulling in that i had to tell my mom my brakes were going because it would have been stupid if i didn't. so i didn't tell her about the almost-accident because it would have lost all her trust in me and i think i handled the situation kinda okay? i just told her the light was on and what was wrong with it so she was like oh no big deal, brakes go sometimes for no reason.. just tell your dad to check it out. and when my brother got home, he said the same thing and he's big into mechanics so i feel a lot better. it's fixable and doesn't cost a lot of money so yeah, it's not good but it's okay.
this was much longer then i intended but whatever. moral of the day is, and i know this sounds morbid and dramatic but i now truly believe in it: live everyday like it's your last. live for today, dream for tomorrow.