  There is a group of freshman girls who sit and eat lunch across from us at school. They are distracting, loud, annoying and generally your typical freshman girls. (Many a time have projectile food and clothing been thrown at us. Then we promptly chuck them down the rest of the hallway and yell “ Go get it !”) It was fifty-two degrees today. One of these girls decided, “ 52?! Fuck yah! This is short weather ! !” She wore the kind of embarrassing hot pants that serve as the “working” woman’s uniform.
When she sat against the wall, there was a lot of unpleasant things facing directly at us. And therefore, it was said, “ Put your legs down! I CAN SEE YOUR HOO HAW !” ------------------------------------------ Our English teacher spent a good five minuets talking about a particular suicide method today. It was so unnerving. The “roman bath”, as he calls it, is when someone cuts their wrists in a bathtub. You bleed out and die, but you don’t really feel anything. Suicide is a scary, senseless, pointless thing. Teachers graphically discussing suicide first thing in the morning? Also a scary, senseless, pointless thing. ------------------------------------------ As a part of Driver’s Ed, I am required to go on “drives”. These are numbered lessons, where two student drivers alternate driving on a given route. So today was Drive 2.
Lauren and I took our sweet time walking from school to AAA. We had a half an hour to haul ass across downtown. But we became too busy stealing balloons from car dealerships to watch the time. Thus, we arrived fifteen minuets late. That was the first mistake in a list of mistakes too numerous to count. I got into the car, with little to no practice under my belt.
It was a sad, sad thing to watch me attempt backing around a corner. It was a desperate act, like a child hanging onto the pieces of their comfort blanket or Jaleel White in any acting role aside from Urkel. I think it’s important to state that I have never driven on a highway before. Also needless of explanation, I sucked. Out of the dozens of things I failed to do correctly, I couldn’t maintain a constant speed. The instructor didn’t make it any better (“ You’re going 54… 53… 56!! SLOW DOWN !”) although he definitely meant well. I kept thinking about how near to death I was, having to clue as to what I was doing on a terrifying highway in the middle of nowhere. My life would have flashed before my eyes, but I was too busy trying not to hit other vehicles. Lauren’s drive was not nearly as bad as mine.
I did laugh, however, when she tried to adjust her seat and popped the trunk instead. So, overall, the drive was a disaster. Lauren failed. I failed. I hate driving. But the best part of my day was when we were leaving AAA. Lauren turned to me and said, in as serious a tone that she could muster, “ I am not longer afraid of death .” Affectionately… Anna 
