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arrowwhiskersToday my dad and I went out at 7AM to practice driving. I drove around Arlington/Winchester/Burlington for like 2 hours, and spent an additional hour or so in the parking lot at the mall trying to pull into spaces evenly.
It's crap. I have no natural aptitude for this, and even driving ridiculously early on a Sunday morning seems dangerous. I can't believe my dad's crazy nerves of steel that allow him to be in the car with me and not flip out. I'm so grateful for them.
I think I'd feel better if I were in one of those training vehicles so at least other drivers would know that I suck (and not beep at me cause they expect me to be able to do better, which a couple cars did and it just overwhelmed me even more)
Just...augh. Even now, my muscles still feel tight and I feel the remnants of stress. I hate driving >.<;;
It's crap. I have no natural aptitude for this, and even driving ridiculously early on a Sunday morning seems dangerous. I can't believe my dad's crazy nerves of steel that allow him to be in the car with me and not flip out. I'm so grateful for them.
I think I'd feel better if I were in one of those training vehicles so at least other drivers would know that I suck (and not beep at me cause they expect me to be able to do better, which a couple cars did and it just overwhelmed me even more)
Just...augh. Even now, my muscles still feel tight and I feel the remnants of stress. I hate driving >.<;;
