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Apr. 3rd, 1997 08:13 pmThursday, April 3, 1997 20:13
Hoo boy. Well, I tried out for the play, Leader of the Pack. I’m not going to be in it, however, as I have Driver’s Ed. And ye gods do I need it.
The story should be told in order.
Well, it started that I decided that Driver’s Ed came before the play. So I cried on Shawn about that. And then yesterday I tried to get my permit. Trouble was, we got there too late. I did, however, draw the cutest little cartoon of me, at the wheel, waving my permit triumphantly, and Mama as Chickabird in the other seat, cooving. Today I got the permit. I missed three questions (I think they should suspend the licence for longer for DWI!) but got it anyway. The lady was somewhat annoying. (You do get bored in line.) We had decided that the picture on my permit would be of Shanna. Trouble was, it wasn’t. It was me, giving my quirky half-smile with one eyebrow raised. (I didn’t tell about earlier in my day, but that can wait.) On Charlijo Loop, FatherSir turned the helm over to me.
I’ll bet that Hikaru Sulu never had to deal with a manual transmission with no idea of how touchy the accelerator and clutch on a 20th century automobile are! I managed the first curve all right. I could, out of the corner of my eye, see how tense FatherSir was. You know that rather slippery tilted corner from Charlijo onto that one short road with the unpronouncable, unspellable, and preferably left untranslated foreign name? That corner. Well, there’s this little snowbank right near it…it was a lot harder than I’d thought it would be. (And for our next lesson, let’s work on stopping, okay?) Congratulations. Mama’s nice two-door SAAB is now a one-door SAAB…unless you open the hood first. The passenger door is a bit odd now. FatherSir and I spent a pleasant forty-five minutes shoveling the car out. He got it further in than it had been, though. Then was fencing, where I joked around with Shawn and David. “Nice having known you,” David said, shaking my hand.
David said that he was picking on me. Picking on me? Who’s picking on me? All I saw was somebody helping me perfect my form. Good form is nice. I like working with David. He worked with Shawn last time. He said, that time, that he was going to “teach your Little One how to fence.” I objected. He’s not “my” Little One!
I have a character that I didn’t know I had. Her name is Danielle Bronice. She only comes out during sugar highs and similar times. She’s very similar to Ruby Soho of “Supermarket,” so of course Danielle Bronice is necessary for her name.
Hoo boy. Well, I tried out for the play, Leader of the Pack. I’m not going to be in it, however, as I have Driver’s Ed. And ye gods do I need it.
The story should be told in order.
Well, it started that I decided that Driver’s Ed came before the play. So I cried on Shawn about that. And then yesterday I tried to get my permit. Trouble was, we got there too late. I did, however, draw the cutest little cartoon of me, at the wheel, waving my permit triumphantly, and Mama as Chickabird in the other seat, cooving. Today I got the permit. I missed three questions (I think they should suspend the licence for longer for DWI!) but got it anyway. The lady was somewhat annoying. (You do get bored in line.) We had decided that the picture on my permit would be of Shanna. Trouble was, it wasn’t. It was me, giving my quirky half-smile with one eyebrow raised. (I didn’t tell about earlier in my day, but that can wait.) On Charlijo Loop, FatherSir turned the helm over to me.
I’ll bet that Hikaru Sulu never had to deal with a manual transmission with no idea of how touchy the accelerator and clutch on a 20th century automobile are! I managed the first curve all right. I could, out of the corner of my eye, see how tense FatherSir was. You know that rather slippery tilted corner from Charlijo onto that one short road with the unpronouncable, unspellable, and preferably left untranslated foreign name? That corner. Well, there’s this little snowbank right near it…it was a lot harder than I’d thought it would be. (And for our next lesson, let’s work on stopping, okay?) Congratulations. Mama’s nice two-door SAAB is now a one-door SAAB…unless you open the hood first. The passenger door is a bit odd now. FatherSir and I spent a pleasant forty-five minutes shoveling the car out. He got it further in than it had been, though. Then was fencing, where I joked around with Shawn and David. “Nice having known you,” David said, shaking my hand.
David said that he was picking on me. Picking on me? Who’s picking on me? All I saw was somebody helping me perfect my form. Good form is nice. I like working with David. He worked with Shawn last time. He said, that time, that he was going to “teach your Little One how to fence.” I objected. He’s not “my” Little One!
I have a character that I didn’t know I had. Her name is Danielle Bronice. She only comes out during sugar highs and similar times. She’s very similar to Ruby Soho of “Supermarket,” so of course Danielle Bronice is necessary for her name.
