LICENSE

16 and reckless. That's me. On September 28, 2012 I got my driver's license. Clear roads bitches I'm legal! Ha it only took 2 tries...

The first time was just like meh. On the way to the testing facility (I didn't take it at an RMV/DMV because they were so heavy booked over the summer) I drove over a crow. According to my mother, that's bad luck. And I am crazy superstitious. Yes, it in fact was a bad omen. September 15, 2012 I failed my 1st road test attempt because I "didn't look out the back window enough during parallel park and straight back up," said the frigid bitch. She was mean and had failed 3 people before me, clearly she either had a fight with boyfriend or is bitterly single, either way she took it out on her job. I went home severely disappointed.

Less than 2 weeks later I went home elated. This road test, though, had so many bad omens that I can't believe I passed. This time I took it at the RMV, but I was going up with my driver's ed school in the driver's ed car. My appointment was at 9 am, so the instructor was so supposed to pick me up in front of my high school at 8 am. She was also supposed to take up a boy with me, an attractive baseball playing boy, but that's beside the point. So we waited in the pouring rain, yes it was lovely weather for a road test, until 8:25. She said, "it slipped my mind." My mother ripped the driver's ed school a new one. But anyway we pull up into a reserved road test parking spot at exactly 8:58 in the brand new driver's ed car (the old one was totaled...another bad omen?). There were 2 examiners that day: Paul, an older gentlemen who was seemingly strict, and Al, a younger, looser guy. Luckily both the boy I was with and I got Al as an examiner. He generously passed the boy. And gladly passed me. In fact he said, "I can't figure out how you failed last time. You drove absolutely perfect. If the rest of my day goes as good as this test, I'll have an amazing day." Made my day. The one good omen I did have thought was I wore my underwear that says "MAKE MY DAY" on the ass.

The guy and I also bonded. Well kind of. We talked a little bit. We were more than civil less than flirtatious. Enough for me. He's a baseball player. That means 1 thing. THE PANTS. <3 Who doesn't love baseball pants?