traffic survival school
ah, yes, how can i forget the 7 hrs of hell spent in traffic survival school. a truly amazing experience. first let me clarify that this was not like the nice little class you took to get your driving permitt or your lisence, in which all the other "students" were kids your own age, and the teacher was a jolly old retired police officer who gave you candy. oh no. nothing like that. i can best describe it as being locked up in a psychiatric ward for a day. seriously, these people were crazy!! and the instructor was such an ass. but then again maybe he had to be to keep his sanity after constantly being with these wackos. i dunno. anyways, i got really lucky cuz i strategicaly sat behind this really tall guy so that the instructor couldn't see whether i was sleeping or text messaging. plus, the people around me weren't all that wacked out either. there was ally the druggie who sat next to me(you could really smell the pot on her, and she later told me that she was there cuz she had been pulled over and arrested for drug possession while driving, surprasa). then there was "The Bitch" who sat behind me (she sat there the whole time bitching about god knows what, and would always pat me on the head at random times, *cringe*). and then there was chris who sat on the other side of me. oh lordy. he was so cute!! he had these amazing blue eyes,this gorgeous smile and was really funny. we sat there most of the class making fun of all the psychos, like the guy who sat on the other side of him who'd always take off his shoes and mumble to himself while rocking back and forth. eeek. yes very interesting. another thing about this class that i greatly disliked were the really lame videos we were forced to watch. they weren't even videos they were like a slideshow with really really bad music from the 70s or something. u'd think that a class like this that costs 50 bucks could afford decent videos, but no. yeah, i could go on and on about this class, cuz there was a whole lot that went on. but i'm tired and i'm sick of ranting about it. so moral of the lesson is NEVER EVER TAKE TRAFFIC SURVIVAL SCHOOL!!! thank you and good night. hasta pastas!!