Driver's Ed

For most people, their driver's education started around the age of 16. Some people have gone earlier and some later. Much later. I will be part of the "much later" group and let me tell you, I'm scared out of my wits.

I have always wanted to drive ever since I was a young girl. I used to ride the go-karts at different fairs and amusement parks and thought that it was nothing hard to do. Until one day when I was 12, I went to my hometown's state fair and I couldn't get the go-kart to go anywhere. That's when I decided that maybe driving wasn't for me after all.

This year, a lot of young people that I know have been to driver's ed and one (my co-worker) got a new car from her father. So I would tell my mother these stories and she believed that I was jealous of these young people because they knew how to drive and I don't. To be honest, I only know how to drive a little. I can go forward and do small turns but I really don't know too much about a car and my mother won't let me touch her car for nothing in this world.

So for my 22nd birthday, she wanted me to write down 3-4 gifts for her to get for me. I actually didn't want anything but some teeth whitening strips and I told her so. But my mother decided to take matters into her own hands. She did buy me the strips that I wanted and the next day, a raincoat came in for me. It looks like something out of a Pepto-Bismol bottle but whatever. She said that my last gift wouldn't be in until Wednesday. I was so stoked! I thought that she would have gotten me a prepaid phone that I saw in Wal-Mart. But that wasn't the "surprise"gift. What she bought me was driver's ed lessons. My heart stopped when she showed me the receipt.

Everything that I feared is about to come true. She has asked me before if I wanted lessons and I told her no. I meant it too. I'm not in a rush to learn how to drive. I don't have a car to drive and my mother doesn't really have this type of money to be spending on craziness like this. I really wanted to cry and the tears were trying to come out but I held them back. I am so fearful that I'll fail the driving part of it that it makes me crazy.

I know that I'm old to be getting lessons now but I really wanted to wait until I got out of college or something so I can truly enjoy it. Now I feel like things will go horribly wrong but I pray they don't.

Writing as an Art

For a while now, I have been having a story in my head that needs to come out. It all started one night as I was watching a cartoon from the 90's (the name of it is Cybersix). I realized that I missed watching the series, so I went in search of it. At first, it was hard to find anyone that sold the series on DVD but by the grace of God I found 2 sellers selling it at a reasonable price. After some debate and financial checking, I bought it for less than $10 and I watched the whole series from start to finish.

Never in my life have I been so wrapped up in a cartoon! Sure, the Simpsons always makes me laugh but it was something about this cartoon that made me realize that the storyline was excellent. The creators of the cartoon should have never stopped working on it, although it must have had low ratings.

It hurt me to see the last episode of it but for some reason, I saw a way to extend the storyline. To be able to look at someone else's work and figure out a way to extend it is pure marvelous and scary all at the same time. But it's something about this story that screams, "Finish me!"

Personally, I love to write. The one thing that would tick me off about my English classes is the fact that you can't write the way you want; you have to write in the way that the professor wants you to. Writing should be a freeing experience, not confined to someone else's rules. I used to write poetry when I was in middle school but I eventually stopped. Looking back at some of my former work, I realized that I was good. Really good. I was constantly winning awards so why in the heck did I stop?

Then around 2000, I started a book on my computer. To this day, I have yet to complete it (mostly because some of the material I don't understand how to word properly). But ever since then, stories have popped into my head. I would love to be the next J.K Rowling or Jackie Collins but will I?

What I finally realize is that writing is an art. Once a story is in your head, it's like a fever. It's with you the whole time until pen meets paper (or fingers meet keyboard). Your mind is constantly changing it and making it better. So my little saying for today is, keep writing whether you make it to the big time or not. Keep writing for the pure sake of it.

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