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I went through the class portion of Driver's Ed with no problem. It was going to the driving range that did me in. I had never been behind the wheel until my first day at range. All we had to do was drive the car through the course. Of course there were those damn orange cones everywhere. When it was my turn to drive, I confidently got behind the wheel, fastened by seatbelt, started the car up and proceeded to knock down every damn orange cone in sight. One of the instructors yelled through a megaphone "You know Ms. Vanda, if this had been a true life game of Pac Man you would be the champion because you ate every pellet". I was thoroughly embarrassed. What made it worse was the guy I had a crush on was there too. Then on the final day when every received their slips to let them know which days they would actually go on the road, I got a pink "return for more training" form instead. A few weeks later I passed with a B. I was known through the whole school as Ms. Pac Man. Oh well it didn't last long because not long after I finished one girl drove her car off the hill used for uphill/downhill parking and straight through the fence. I always secretly thank her for that.
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