Stressful Driving experience today. My dad and I went on a few errands this afternoon and he let me drive. I am never driving again. I can't handle it. First of all I cannot go in reverse, I don't know which way to turn the wheel, and the fact that I am dyslexic does not help. It takes me three years to park, seriously. After all of these years of criticizing slow drivers and old people that go 2 miles per hour, I find that I am one. A slow driver, not an old person. Not that it is my choice, my father won't let me go more than 20 miles per hour. The whole time he does nothing but stare at the speedometer and inform me when I am over 20. I felt so bad for the endless number of cars stuck behind me. All I wanted was to blend in alittle bit, is there something so wrong with that?? I practically had a neon sign above my car reading "STUDENT DRIVER." I only wanted to drive faster than the pedestrians that were walking beside me. I asked my dad if he wanted me to drive on the sidewalk given the fact that I was going so slow. He didn't find this funny. One of my father's favorite lines "If you keep doing that, you are never going to get your license." He says this all the time and I have done nothing wrong. I didn't come to a complete stop at one stop sign and he flips out dooming me to a life of hitch hiking. Parents have no patience...

At one point while on my way to blockbuster I had this white van tailgating me. It was making me very nervous, but my dad wouldn't let me go faster. There were kids on bikes passing me. I think at one point a bird nested on my hood and laid 7 eggs. Anyway, I turn into the parking lot and the van speeds by on my right honking. What good does honking do after I am out of his way. What does he think I am going to do; stop the car; go over and apologize for slowing him down and pay him 10 bucks for his inconvenience? There was no reason to honk at me at that point. AHH it was so annoying! I couldn't help it, I have only been driving for 5 days! My dad wanted me to get out so he could go track that van down. I don't know what he thought he was going to do when he found the van but he looked angry so I didn't get out of the car. I told him it wasn't worth it. Interesting fact of the day: Do you know there are lanes in parking lots?!? Well apparently there are. I just thought I'd share that tid bit of info with you.

I park the car (yay) and I only took up one parking spot (thats always a plus). I lock the car and start to walk to blockbuster. I go to twirl the keys in my hand (that is the only neat part about driving; the ability to twirl the keys and look cool) and I find that my hands are empty. Car= locked: Keys= in car: Dad=mad. That just about sums it up. My mom had to come down with the extra set of car keys. I had to wait outside for her in the 90 degree weather while my dad picked out movies in the air conditioned blockbuster.

Now for the comic part of the story. After getting the dvds and food shopping I pull out of the parking lot and guess who I pull in front of? The white van!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I was laughing so hard. Actually I am laughing now just thinking about it. He thought he had gotten rid of me. What are the odds, honestly? My dad was like "go 10 miles per hour this time." I wish I could have seen the look on that guy's face. Serves him right for honking.

Well here I am, at home, safe from road rage and other dangers of driving. I don't intend to drive again any time soon. It is just too stressful for my little mind. I can only take so much. I think I have developed an irregular heart beat as a result of all this driving anxiety.