I almost got killed today.

Five times. Or, really, six. Now that I think about it.

It wasn’t my fault. Well, the sixth time it was partly my fault, but the others I had nothing to do with.

I got up early this morning and went to do my behind-the-wheel hours with my partner and driving instructer. I like them both, and things went well with them– except for the fact that we were almost killed. Several times. The first time we were at an intersection. I was driving, and the instructor told me to make a right turn. I did. Someone honked because we had just turned onto a one-way street into oncoming traffic. Luckily I kept my head and turned into a business ares. It was my first time doing it, and the instructor was really embarassed. But, it was okay. Things worked out.

The second time was when I was on a two-way street, with only one lane for my side of traffic. There was an illegally parked bus, and I drove up behind him, fully visible. I was going forty, the speed limit, as well as the oncoming traffic. Then, without looking, the bus pulled right into my side. I braked– hard– and saved the car and everyone from being shoved into oncoming traffic. My instructor was glad that I had seen that.

The third, fourth, and fifth times are hardly worth mentioning. The six had a lesson attached to it: don’t make lane changes without looking even if your mother is yelling at you to do it.

On a lighter note, I went shopping today. Got some more stuff for this thing in DC, I’ll have to post about it but am not in the mood right now. Basiclly, I need business clothes to wear, and I didn’t want to look frumpy. So I found some more clothing– a cute black vest with pink piping, a black purse with pink piping, a pink blouse to wear under the vest, and a pink and gray flower pin that will look good on top of my black blazer. We also went to Value Village, a thrift store. I found some basic stuff– a black satin blouse, to wear to DC or over jeans, and a black pleated skirt. I also found a Savage Garden CD for $3.99. There was a scratch on the edge, but for the price, I thought: What the heck?

When I was going through the shirts rack, my mother popped up with a ugly blazer. It was a 1 inch square patchwork pattern, on this fabric crossed with felt and flannel. It had huge shoulder pads. She liked it. It was utterly disgusting. Eventually,. I managed to convince her that if she wouldn’t buy it for $ 30, why would she for $3? “Don’t buy things on sale that you wouldn’t buy if they weren’t”, was the rule, I told her. She gave it to me to put back. I skipped all the way up the aisle. My god, it was a monstrosity!