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There and Back Again |
Third Age Correspondence
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16/05/2002 - 4:10 p.m. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained. This has been the supremo-ultimate day from the bowels of hell. And if you don't agree with me, I'll kick your ass and you can feel just as shitty as I do. Of course, if that's the case, by tonight I ought to be euphoric. Let's see, so I get up at five thirty to sit outside my house for ten minutes and wait for Mr Driver's Ed Asshole to show up. Six o clock in his world is, for some reason, read as 6:08 on any clock- including the one in the Driver's Ed car. This one pisses me off because he gave me shit like I'd be keeping him waiting "doing my hair and make-up". I'm sorry, I just have a little bit of a problem with someone who doesn't want to recognise that I am an original person and thinks that all teenagers are exactly alike- they drink, wear name brand clothes, listen to rap music, passionately want their licenses, and any teenager who isn't like this is abnormal. Yeah, today I got my "abnormality" called on. I have told him I want no part of this whole driving thing. I do not enjoy it, I will not do it outside of class, and I am here to get the damn certificate and be done with it already. I'll probably let the damn thing expire and then move to London. (It's days like this I get really excited about tube stations.) Well, the problem with this is that I'm a damn good driver. I am well aware of that fact, and he is too (though I'm not letting on that I know I'm good). He can't understand why I don't think this is just orgasmic. I'll tell you why- it's bloody boring! You can't actually see anything, you just glance at it for two seconds and move on. You have to sit in the car staring straight ahead, you can't move, you can't shift position, you can't do anything. Why the hell would anybody think that this is fun? So when we get done this morning (after I've survived the freeway in a rainstorm, may I just mention that I'm also scared shitless of driving? Second time driving a car ever in my life and he takes me on the damn freeway in the middle of a rainstorm!?). So, anyway, here's what I get: "You know, uhh (I don't think he has a damn idea what my name is), this is your second drive, why don't you practice this?, you could do a lot better, you do good now, but with practice..." So he hands me the little "driving progress sheet" and this is what comes. "You show your parents these?" (I think it was a stupid judgement call on his part and I was scared shitless and I hated it and if it's all the same to everyone else, I don't ever want to do it again. Course, it's not, and I can't tell him what I really think.) "OK, so I'll see you at class tonight then." I get home tonight after failing a math test (I'm very very certain of my failure) and having no one to talk to all day and a whole lot of stuff to get done but all these classes in which we're not doing anything. How ironic is that, as soon as we're not doing anything in class, I have buttloads of homework. Yeah... I get home and my Dad (It's been a day of stupid conversations folks, I haven't got any control over them, they're as close to verbatim as I can manage. I apologise if your brains are screaming, but think how mine feels.)has this to say: "I got a phone call this morning. Who do you think it was from?" (The Vice Principal, Mrs. Gallighan and Mr. King all flash through my head about my grades, but I can't say that.) "I don't know." (For the record, I have no idea.) "Are you playing the game they way you ought to be?" This is a fat black guy from the Bronx. He's scared of me? "I gathered that from his tone and word choice, yes. Apparently you said something to him that made him decide that he better call us because we're rational grown-ups." Well, I'll try, but I don't think it'll work. I gave him his chance not to be an asshole ages ago. He missed. By miles. I get to go to the class that's sapping my will to live tonight, of course. Missing the show choir show for it. Am very pissed off. It's just been my damn day, hasn't it? �From the Shire, down the Anduin, to Mordor
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