Hello from Israel! and to celebrate this place's awesomeness, i have found a new avatar. go IDF!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Departed
well, i seem to have recovered from the hideous blue funk, though for how long I can't say. maybe I just needed a little hope, a little direction, something to work towards. i'm not even sure i have that now, but i feel kinda like i do. ah vell.
on another note, i decided that ima try using this little scanner thing we have attached to our computer. if i figure out how to use it, i can put up some art and cartoons i drew during the school year. on my notes. in essentially every class. its some not bad stuff, so i'll see about that.
on another note, i decided that ima try using this little scanner thing we have attached to our computer. if i figure out how to use it, i can put up some art and cartoons i drew during the school year. on my notes. in essentially every class. its some not bad stuff, so i'll see about that.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Mental barf (or freewrite)
It's an unfamiliar feeling, hitting, going into me,
I'm reeling,
knocked off balance by what I didn't expect to be
and I knew I would and knew I wouldn't.
Well, I think looking back that I probably shouldn't
have tried to pull off all the things that I did;
Not that it wasn't worth while, but what happened to that kid
who used to give a damn about simple rank and authority
and followed the rules just to respect seniority;
My friend said I'm a rebel, always fighting the establishment,
I told him he was wrong, I couldn't ask a girl out for refreshments
so he offered to take the hit, and I let him
and when he backed out too, I laughed at him and bet him
that we'd never find our way to make a way out on our own
when we wouldn't break the rules even so far away from home.
But the truth I couldn't tell him, because I couldn't
part of me thinks, I wouldn't
put it into words that he could understand
that he wouldn't misinterpret, wouldn't sink into the sand
I stood on as they kept on walking, and slowly passed us by
but I knew the rules didn't matter to me, I held back just cuz I
couldn't take the pressure, was a coward from the start
but these things I do get over, and when the fear leaves my heart
there's nothing there to replace it, I can't turn around and face it
making real for a second what I know I would've done
talking doesn't bother me but honest to God I'm seventeen
locked up in my house all day with this city chaining me
I know in other places there are outlets for these things
other people test the edges so they won't go out and fling
but I'm here, still unclear,
because what bothers me far more
is not that I'd do wrong given the choice
I trust myself and what I stand for
but when they lock me in, steal my voice
I don't hold myself back, but instead declare war
what I didn't want before I come to ruthlessly pursue
as it takes on more importance than it could naturally acrue
but then the facts are waiting for me
like a sledgehammer to the face
and I know the opportunity I'll miss if I should wait
so what's left in this, a character flaw?
I don't think, as such, I buy it
but when pressured to prove myself to myself, I wonder...
should I try it?
seriously if you're PT don't even bother to try answering that in a comment. please.
I'm reeling,
knocked off balance by what I didn't expect to be
and I knew I would and knew I wouldn't.
Well, I think looking back that I probably shouldn't
have tried to pull off all the things that I did;
Not that it wasn't worth while, but what happened to that kid
who used to give a damn about simple rank and authority
and followed the rules just to respect seniority;
My friend said I'm a rebel, always fighting the establishment,
I told him he was wrong, I couldn't ask a girl out for refreshments
so he offered to take the hit, and I let him
and when he backed out too, I laughed at him and bet him
that we'd never find our way to make a way out on our own
when we wouldn't break the rules even so far away from home.
But the truth I couldn't tell him, because I couldn't
part of me thinks, I wouldn't
put it into words that he could understand
that he wouldn't misinterpret, wouldn't sink into the sand
I stood on as they kept on walking, and slowly passed us by
but I knew the rules didn't matter to me, I held back just cuz I
couldn't take the pressure, was a coward from the start
but these things I do get over, and when the fear leaves my heart
there's nothing there to replace it, I can't turn around and face it
making real for a second what I know I would've done
talking doesn't bother me but honest to God I'm seventeen
locked up in my house all day with this city chaining me
I know in other places there are outlets for these things
other people test the edges so they won't go out and fling
but I'm here, still unclear,
because what bothers me far more
is not that I'd do wrong given the choice
I trust myself and what I stand for
but when they lock me in, steal my voice
I don't hold myself back, but instead declare war
what I didn't want before I come to ruthlessly pursue
as it takes on more importance than it could naturally acrue
but then the facts are waiting for me
like a sledgehammer to the face
and I know the opportunity I'll miss if I should wait
so what's left in this, a character flaw?
I don't think, as such, I buy it
but when pressured to prove myself to myself, I wonder...
should I try it?
seriously if you're PT don't even bother to try answering that in a comment. please.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
f r ee wr i t e
Back where I should belong as I sort through all my junk
Alive, well and wealthy with a lyric driven funk
not that it should bother anyone
seeing as how I'm just begun
crumple up the drafted paper as I write another one
now that its all over I can't help recalling
how I sat five feet up on my bunk and felt like I was falling
through a sea of what by rights should be
a celebration of the time gone by, now all alone for me
accomplishments that were meant to mean
something to somebody nobody's seen
and still do, somewhere up there where a busy college dean
is figuring out how much I'm worth from beans
as the numbers on the sheet tell them just who I am
'cause the numbers don't lie, not when they're worth a damn
so I am, and what should just doesn't matter so much to me
because I've lost control of it and what will be will have to be
and I know I did well, know I worked hard
and maybe just a little push, when I've already got so far
won't help things change or set faces to rights
any more than the time lost on those cold winter nights
when a pint of ice cream could've brought back the warmth
forget the money
forgot to study
just so I don't miss the warmth
because the money I'll have again, and once more I'll hit the books
but those nights are gone, and if I didn't miss out on the photos they took
it's not for lack of trying
they say never being born is better than dying
so I chase myself in circles knowing I oughta be happy
like other years
move along, save the tears
'cause even saying goodbye, I can't stand when things get sappy
but normally the feeling's there and now I just can't find it
my best friend tried to say goodbye, and i didn't even mind, it
never went through my head to turn around and listen
wasn't even real to me, didn't realise I would miss him
while they all mouthed the words and I nodded and didn't know why
lost in all the joy some part of me wanted to cry
until I got home and put down my junk, looked back and saw how I tried
so much for the future, all that headache inducer
for an age of uncertainty, rain falls from the sky and doesn't bother to rhyme
tonight
I realise I may have missed the best year of my life.
Alive, well and wealthy with a lyric driven funk
not that it should bother anyone
seeing as how I'm just begun
crumple up the drafted paper as I write another one
now that its all over I can't help recalling
how I sat five feet up on my bunk and felt like I was falling
through a sea of what by rights should be
a celebration of the time gone by, now all alone for me
accomplishments that were meant to mean
something to somebody nobody's seen
and still do, somewhere up there where a busy college dean
is figuring out how much I'm worth from beans
as the numbers on the sheet tell them just who I am
'cause the numbers don't lie, not when they're worth a damn
so I am, and what should just doesn't matter so much to me
because I've lost control of it and what will be will have to be
and I know I did well, know I worked hard
and maybe just a little push, when I've already got so far
won't help things change or set faces to rights
any more than the time lost on those cold winter nights
when a pint of ice cream could've brought back the warmth
forget the money
forgot to study
just so I don't miss the warmth
because the money I'll have again, and once more I'll hit the books
but those nights are gone, and if I didn't miss out on the photos they took
it's not for lack of trying
they say never being born is better than dying
so I chase myself in circles knowing I oughta be happy
like other years
move along, save the tears
'cause even saying goodbye, I can't stand when things get sappy
but normally the feeling's there and now I just can't find it
my best friend tried to say goodbye, and i didn't even mind, it
never went through my head to turn around and listen
wasn't even real to me, didn't realise I would miss him
while they all mouthed the words and I nodded and didn't know why
lost in all the joy some part of me wanted to cry
until I got home and put down my junk, looked back and saw how I tried
so much for the future, all that headache inducer
for an age of uncertainty, rain falls from the sky and doesn't bother to rhyme
tonight
I realise I may have missed the best year of my life.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Where is this going, anyway?
It's been a pretty nice vacation, so far. Hope yall are enjoying it. Happy passover. I think maybe I'm just to lazy to blog. That would explain things, alright. I guess maybe I've finally come to see the great perilous ways of the internet. or maybe i just have better things to do. Like talk on cellphones. Through headphones. To girls. Listening to non-jewish music whilst ditching class. wow, i feel sardonic tonight. clearly I'm up too late. Oh God, my caps letters are deteriorating. time to bring this to a halt before it rambles any further awwwww --
we've hit a snag.
we've hit a snag.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
It's been a while
Not that I haven't had an awful lot to say over the course of this rather lengthy relapse. It's just, I've found a lot of what I want to communicate is for some ears only, if you get my drift.
I wouldn't share everything I share with my friends with my parents and extended relatives, too. And the same way, there's a lot to me my friends wouldn't really understand. Or, more like just don't understand. Is a world-wide public forum really the best place to just toss away your feelings and hope for the best? So much I've wanted to put up here that would be taken the wrong way. There's a point of frustration where you just have to say it, have to share it; but could you complain to a parent or teacher to their face? Not like a petty complaint, but like, letting loose? Tossing out everything you just can't stand.
I feel closer and closer to doing that. Not that I have anything against my parents at the moment, but there are times... yesterday my chemistry "teacher" threw out several people for coming to class because they had nervously laughed when he started throwing a temper tantrum the day before. I raised my hand with a whole speech planned out. "In order to spare anyone else the embaressment of saying this: You are an arrogant, ugly, presumptuous bastard, and everybody here hates you and wishes you would die horribly, provided you could arrange this maybe at the end of the semester, because you grade easy." (hey, credit where credit is due.) At the last moment I put my hand down, and settled for pulling out a 3 Musketeers, Mocha Nips, and a Sudoku puzzle to keep me occupied for the rest of class.
Half the time I feel like just hanging loose here, and that doesn't really work when everyone you know's got their ears stuck to the monitor. Then again, half the time I feel like I'm stuck in a Linkin Park song (which are starting to sound a bit formulaic, really).
Maybe it's a bit cliche for a teenager to have mood swings, but you'd think there'd be some sort of pretext. This is just out of the blue. Oh well. I'm sure you've all got lot's of helpful advice on this sort of thing. (Share with us from your vast pool of experience, iguana.) I'm all ears.
I wouldn't share everything I share with my friends with my parents and extended relatives, too. And the same way, there's a lot to me my friends wouldn't really understand. Or, more like just don't understand. Is a world-wide public forum really the best place to just toss away your feelings and hope for the best? So much I've wanted to put up here that would be taken the wrong way. There's a point of frustration where you just have to say it, have to share it; but could you complain to a parent or teacher to their face? Not like a petty complaint, but like, letting loose? Tossing out everything you just can't stand.
I feel closer and closer to doing that. Not that I have anything against my parents at the moment, but there are times... yesterday my chemistry "teacher" threw out several people for coming to class because they had nervously laughed when he started throwing a temper tantrum the day before. I raised my hand with a whole speech planned out. "In order to spare anyone else the embaressment of saying this: You are an arrogant, ugly, presumptuous bastard, and everybody here hates you and wishes you would die horribly, provided you could arrange this maybe at the end of the semester, because you grade easy." (hey, credit where credit is due.) At the last moment I put my hand down, and settled for pulling out a 3 Musketeers, Mocha Nips, and a Sudoku puzzle to keep me occupied for the rest of class.
Half the time I feel like just hanging loose here, and that doesn't really work when everyone you know's got their ears stuck to the monitor. Then again, half the time I feel like I'm stuck in a Linkin Park song (which are starting to sound a bit formulaic, really).
Maybe it's a bit cliche for a teenager to have mood swings, but you'd think there'd be some sort of pretext. This is just out of the blue. Oh well. I'm sure you've all got lot's of helpful advice on this sort of thing. (Share with us from your vast pool of experience, iguana.) I'm all ears.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
See, it's like a borstche...
Heck of a Bar Mitzvah.
my lil bro OutofAMMO just got bar mitzvah'd. i'm so proud of him. of course, there was all the last minute panic and snafus and whatnot, but we made it through alive. in particular, i'm talking about his speech. traditionally, the bar itzvah boy gives a speech in front of the whole shul after davening. well, OOA didn't really get to write this one under ideal circumstances. there was abba, of course, pulling one way, and rebbi pulling one way, and blah blah blah... abba told me weeks ago to go over it with him, but i was lazy and i kept putting it off. last week i saw the speech lying around in our bedroom. i looked at it and thought, omg. thank GD this is just the rough draft.
it wasn't the rough draft.
silly me.
so there we were, me and OOA, at 1 am the night of his bar mitzvah- friday night, so we couldn't write- completely throwing away his written speech and coming up with something that made sense, at least grammatically. crazy. i don't know how he remembered all the stuff we did, but mostly he just had to improvise and we both knew that he wasn't really sure what he was gonna say and we only had a previous draft of the speech to look at and most of it made no sense and we were both sure it was gonna be a total flopp and
you know what?
he did FINE. Better than fine, he was perfect. just the right speed, good volume, he somehow plowed through all the garbled wreck of his speech without hesitation or doubt, getting everything right, making sense where we had given up the previous night, deciding that therewas no way. he kept his head and he did it, and everyone thought it was great. im so proud of him. what a relief. tho more so for him than for me, i imagine.
yeah its like a bortsche i mean the speech. ok i was thinking of a chinese proverb- bickering detective like japanese bortsche- everything go to pot. don't know how that found its way into the headlines. my apologies.
my lil bro OutofAMMO just got bar mitzvah'd. i'm so proud of him. of course, there was all the last minute panic and snafus and whatnot, but we made it through alive. in particular, i'm talking about his speech. traditionally, the bar itzvah boy gives a speech in front of the whole shul after davening. well, OOA didn't really get to write this one under ideal circumstances. there was abba, of course, pulling one way, and rebbi pulling one way, and blah blah blah... abba told me weeks ago to go over it with him, but i was lazy and i kept putting it off. last week i saw the speech lying around in our bedroom. i looked at it and thought, omg. thank GD this is just the rough draft.
it wasn't the rough draft.
silly me.
so there we were, me and OOA, at 1 am the night of his bar mitzvah- friday night, so we couldn't write- completely throwing away his written speech and coming up with something that made sense, at least grammatically. crazy. i don't know how he remembered all the stuff we did, but mostly he just had to improvise and we both knew that he wasn't really sure what he was gonna say and we only had a previous draft of the speech to look at and most of it made no sense and we were both sure it was gonna be a total flopp and
you know what?
he did FINE. Better than fine, he was perfect. just the right speed, good volume, he somehow plowed through all the garbled wreck of his speech without hesitation or doubt, getting everything right, making sense where we had given up the previous night, deciding that therewas no way. he kept his head and he did it, and everyone thought it was great. im so proud of him. what a relief. tho more so for him than for me, i imagine.
yeah its like a bortsche i mean the speech. ok i was thinking of a chinese proverb- bickering detective like japanese bortsche- everything go to pot. don't know how that found its way into the headlines. my apologies.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Par 3
For those who have been following the periolus journey of my right ear (i'm sure you all have), this has been my 3rd surgery in a month. i still can't hear out of it. it's getting pretty frustrating. on the upside, i'm getting lots of... um... shoot no upside. I'm sure things will pick up from here.
And now for the tale of the dreaded 3 hump whump...
And now for the tale of the dreaded 3 hump whump...
Sunday, November 05, 2006
The Big One
Today is the day. This is it, folks. The Big one. The One You've All Been Waiting For. There's no more turning back. We're gonna do this, and we're gonna do it together. Prepare yourselves- psyche in. We may never get another chance like this. Let's get out there and make it count! Let's do this!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
10 things i would like to kick.
You can tell i put a lot of thought into this list, cuz its been like, a month.
alright here we go. 10 things i just wanna kick (not necesarrily in this order- they're just coming to me as i go):
1. Chuck Norris. Just wanna. kick him.
2. Crocks. Those wierd new rubber shoes that everyone is suddenly wearing. They're not even comfortable! Honest to God.
3. Sushi. What sick world do we live in when even raw, uncooked fish is overrated?
4. Betsy the cow. Ok that's an inside joke, but I mean, everyone else gets to kick her, don't they?
5. A the cheat. same reason ^.
6. Tapwave, the people who designed my palm pilot- truly an object of engineering magnificence- and then said "bring your tech problems to the bankruptcy firm!"
7. The devil. Just wanna. kick him.
8. tree, grass and ragweed pollen. screw yall. (pardon me)
9. a certain sophomore/7th grader i know named smiley (same reason as cheat and betsy, see above)
10. kofi annon and ahmadenejhad and martha stewart and nicholas cage and all others out there who need some serious kicking.
k that list is too short and clearly shows why one should put some thought into such things before hand. I'll for sure think of more things to add on between now and next time i post. like the guy who writes boondocks. see? there's another guy who needs kicking. feel free to leave any comments u want (its a blog, after all).
alright here we go. 10 things i just wanna kick (not necesarrily in this order- they're just coming to me as i go):
1. Chuck Norris. Just wanna. kick him.
2. Crocks. Those wierd new rubber shoes that everyone is suddenly wearing. They're not even comfortable! Honest to God.
3. Sushi. What sick world do we live in when even raw, uncooked fish is overrated?
4. Betsy the cow. Ok that's an inside joke, but I mean, everyone else gets to kick her, don't they?
5. A the cheat. same reason ^.
6. Tapwave, the people who designed my palm pilot- truly an object of engineering magnificence- and then said "bring your tech problems to the bankruptcy firm!"
7. The devil. Just wanna. kick him.
8. tree, grass and ragweed pollen. screw yall. (pardon me)
9. a certain sophomore/7th grader i know named smiley (same reason as cheat and betsy, see above)
10. kofi annon and ahmadenejhad and martha stewart and nicholas cage and all others out there who need some serious kicking.
k that list is too short and clearly shows why one should put some thought into such things before hand. I'll for sure think of more things to add on between now and next time i post. like the guy who writes boondocks. see? there's another guy who needs kicking. feel free to leave any comments u want (its a blog, after all).
Friday, September 22, 2006
BACK AGAIN!
OK looking back at my blog, it becomes evident that i haven't posted at all lately. well, thats ok cuz it wasn't my fault. just thought i'd stopped by today.
i was gonna post 10 things i wanna kick, but its erev rosh hashona and that would be wrong. so instead, i'm hopin for world peace and all that stuff. so people i'd like to kick are people who oppose world peace. then i'd elbow them in the stomach and continue kicking and punching them while they were down, cuz its THEIR fault we don't have world peace yet.
i was recently given an essay: what is your personal responsibility to uphold justice? i decided its high time i began a secret life of crime-fighting and performing computer-animated kung-fu moves on the enemies of the people. and then the evildoers will all be bathed in the purifying terror of the Lord.
I'm sorry i had to share that with yall. really it means nothing. my bro just got another virus on the computer. this is starting to get annoying.
i was gonna post 10 things i wanna kick, but its erev rosh hashona and that would be wrong. so instead, i'm hopin for world peace and all that stuff. so people i'd like to kick are people who oppose world peace. then i'd elbow them in the stomach and continue kicking and punching them while they were down, cuz its THEIR fault we don't have world peace yet.
i was recently given an essay: what is your personal responsibility to uphold justice? i decided its high time i began a secret life of crime-fighting and performing computer-animated kung-fu moves on the enemies of the people. and then the evildoers will all be bathed in the purifying terror of the Lord.
I'm sorry i had to share that with yall. really it means nothing. my bro just got another virus on the computer. this is starting to get annoying.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Woot
Well, i'm back briefly for an outshabbos, and yet with little to post about. i have been plagued over the past couple weeks with a series of at first inconvenient, then bizarre, then extremely troubling and painful and depressing medical ailments that saw fit to hit me just when i was settling into the peaceful, stressless life of a new hi school junior. but those things are all troubling and depressing, for me in particular, so instead i'm tagging fudge, tzipster, rafiki, foust, and well... anyone else who feels like giving it a try. !!! - three exclamation marks.
tag is: 10 things that you saw today that you REALLY wanted to KICK. personally i'll submit my list later. cmon, let hear it! (in a timely fashion!!!)
tag is: 10 things that you saw today that you REALLY wanted to KICK. personally i'll submit my list later. cmon, let hear it! (in a timely fashion!!!)
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tzaischem L'Sholom
Well, this morning my sister went back to New York. But she'll be back for Succoss and other great occassions such as next summer. Cya then, perel! We'll miss you! Seriously we will!
Monday, August 14, 2006
Top Ten (y'all deserve it)
Ok, i guess it's high time i actually responded to tzipster's tag a few days/weeks/whtvr back, so here we go:
TOP TEN WAYS
you KNOW
you've been in YESHIVA toooooooo long.
1. When you wake up in the morning, you start subcontiously punching and kicking in hopes of getting the vecker.
2. You shower in shower shoes, a bathing suit, a bathrobe, a swim cap and a fly swatter .
3. You find yourself replacing entirely random words in sentences with "zach".
4. You're a vegetarian.
5. You think "crazy night party" translates into "buying a soda at the local convenience store".
6. You suddenly develope a firm an unyeilding belief that you know how to play guitar. well.
7. You think it's socially acceptable to walk up to people unprovoked and bash them over the head with heavy books, as long as the books say "sefer millim" on the cover. you also think the heavier, the better.
8. You eat chulent on Friday night right before going to bed at two a.m.
9. You start to call your rabbeim "sir", and you adress all your english teachers in the third person, as "rebbi".
10. You start to think beis medrash might actually be a good idea.
11. You have to be talked into listening to the music on your mp3 player.
12. Your response to fire alarms is to locate the nearest alarm, scowl at it menacingly, and then pointedly ignore it.
13. You will eat yeshiva food.
14. You have a water pump built into your dorm room.
15. You've finally gone and put your teffillin on backwards.
16. You begin plastering your own dorm room walls with graffiti.
17. Your forehead permanantly adheres to your desk, leaving you hopelessly crippled.
18. You begin to blame all of your worldly troubles on your alarm clock.
19. You are willing to skate for 45 minutes down a steep hill in the pouring rain to pick up a ten pound bag of charcoal (wth?) for your friend who shortchanged you and then come back uphill with the bag somehow levetating in front of you
AND YOU ACTUALLY THINK YOU'LL BE BACK IN TIME FOR YOU GEMARA FINAL WHICH IS IN 5 MINUTES
20. You start to think you're having fun.
I'd better stop.
TOP TEN WAYS
you KNOW
you've been in YESHIVA toooooooo long.
1. When you wake up in the morning, you start subcontiously punching and kicking in hopes of getting the vecker.
2. You shower in shower shoes, a bathing suit, a bathrobe, a swim cap and a fly swatter .
3. You find yourself replacing entirely random words in sentences with "zach".
4. You're a vegetarian.
5. You think "crazy night party" translates into "buying a soda at the local convenience store".
6. You suddenly develope a firm an unyeilding belief that you know how to play guitar. well.
7. You think it's socially acceptable to walk up to people unprovoked and bash them over the head with heavy books, as long as the books say "sefer millim" on the cover. you also think the heavier, the better.
8. You eat chulent on Friday night right before going to bed at two a.m.
9. You start to call your rabbeim "sir", and you adress all your english teachers in the third person, as "rebbi".
10. You start to think beis medrash might actually be a good idea.
11. You have to be talked into listening to the music on your mp3 player.
12. Your response to fire alarms is to locate the nearest alarm, scowl at it menacingly, and then pointedly ignore it.
13. You will eat yeshiva food.
14. You have a water pump built into your dorm room.
15. You've finally gone and put your teffillin on backwards.
16. You begin plastering your own dorm room walls with graffiti.
17. Your forehead permanantly adheres to your desk, leaving you hopelessly crippled.
18. You begin to blame all of your worldly troubles on your alarm clock.
19. You are willing to skate for 45 minutes down a steep hill in the pouring rain to pick up a ten pound bag of charcoal (wth?) for your friend who shortchanged you and then come back uphill with the bag somehow levetating in front of you
AND YOU ACTUALLY THINK YOU'LL BE BACK IN TIME FOR YOU GEMARA FINAL WHICH IS IN 5 MINUTES
20. You start to think you're having fun.
I'd better stop.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Third Time's the Charm
I finally passed my driving test. As many of you are aware (the only people who really follow this are my family), i failed my road test twice already since school let out. It's been a very strenuous summer that way.
I mean, i never expected to fail- my sister passed two days before my first test, and she is the horrific road terror. thing. i actually did better than her on the first test, point-wise, but they flunked me out anyway for waiting too long at a stop sign. please.
second time? same course, different teacher. this guy clearly didn't like me. i could tell because i got into the drivers seat and shut the door, and he immediately threw up a hand, tsssk, sighed loudly and started writing up his little score card. this was before i turned the car on. i got more points than the last time, but still not enough to fail. I was specifically 1 point short of the 25 needed to fail (i think it's 25). But no matter- he told me i had a violation that was an instant fail. He then explained to me that this violation was just stopping at the stop sign altogether. he said the stop sign didn't exist. it was a figment of my imagination. the same one i'd failed on last time, he said wasn't there.
i drove my mom back there later that day. it was there, winking back at me mockingly and looking quite cheerful as it basked in the sun. i had some choice words for that stop sign.
today i passed. i got only four points and an EXCELLENT scrawled over the bottom of the test paper. different teacher. I don't get it.
I mean, i never expected to fail- my sister passed two days before my first test, and she is the horrific road terror. thing. i actually did better than her on the first test, point-wise, but they flunked me out anyway for waiting too long at a stop sign. please.
second time? same course, different teacher. this guy clearly didn't like me. i could tell because i got into the drivers seat and shut the door, and he immediately threw up a hand, tsssk, sighed loudly and started writing up his little score card. this was before i turned the car on. i got more points than the last time, but still not enough to fail. I was specifically 1 point short of the 25 needed to fail (i think it's 25). But no matter- he told me i had a violation that was an instant fail. He then explained to me that this violation was just stopping at the stop sign altogether. he said the stop sign didn't exist. it was a figment of my imagination. the same one i'd failed on last time, he said wasn't there.
i drove my mom back there later that day. it was there, winking back at me mockingly and looking quite cheerful as it basked in the sun. i had some choice words for that stop sign.
today i passed. i got only four points and an EXCELLENT scrawled over the bottom of the test paper. different teacher. I don't get it.
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