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Okay, so, I have called my dad no less than three times today just to chat, and I intend to call him at least once or twice more. I don't think he knows what to do about this, heh. Basically all I do is tell him about the class I just got out of and he uh-huhs because he's watching TV and so not listening, but it makes me feel better even if he
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My dad...I don't know if it's that he's a bad teacher, it's just when I was 16 he had expectations that it would go like it did with my brothers (he actually shouted that after I hit the gas instead of the break, which crushed my poor teenage psyche somethin awful) and I was so high strung. We were not on the same page. Although a friend of mine has threatened to teach me herself once she gets her car fixed, and she's a gawdawful driver (seriously, even I know you're supposed to merge on to the turning ramp thing BEFORE the white line becomes solid, and then she blames it on the other drivers when she didn't even have a turn signal on, wtf?) but it's sweet of her to offer to force me to do it. In a way o.0
Except now, I'm pretty sure everyone would make a big deal about it. -_-;;
That's exactly why I'm so eek about asking my dad to take me to the DMV, just because my brothers will give me so much shit if I don't go through with it this time if he tells them about it. I want to, like, not tell anyone until I can whip out my license and say in your face. Because seekritly I'm a vindictive 12-year-old. Maybe that's why this whole learning business doesn't go so well.
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