I don't want to drive. I have never wanted to drive. At this point I don't really have a choice on whether or not I do, because as soon as it was available I was signed up for drivers education. Showing up on the first day was difficult, and it only went downhill.
The first day was okay. I really didn't want to be there, but understood that I had to and there was no other option.
The second day I realized who that one boy reminded me of. The entire day I was on edge and couldn't focus on anything other than that.
The third day I was so tired that it felt like I was completely out of it. The instructor was previously a police officer, so he had many stories. Some of them were a little too much for me to handle. A couple of them made me want to puke. The whole day I was just ready to go home.
The last day was long and tedious but in the end I think it went okay. I took my permit test and passed.
Truthfully, I don't think how I feel about driving has changed for the better. I am not ready.
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