Zoom Zoom.

Last night was my first session of driving class. I have to attend every day for two weeks, and then I'll get my permenent license when I turn 18 in April, (for those of you in Albuquerque, I'm at Turner's). I've been putting off learning how to drive for a while, mostly because it wasn't a big deal in Los Angeles. You could get anywhere just as fast riding the bus as you would driving a car. In Albuquerque, the bus system isn't that great, and since I live in the mountains surrounding Albuquerque, I have no other choice than to learn how to drive. It's not that I'm scared of driving or anything, I just never got around to it. Anyway, last night I found it hard to take my classroom instructor very seriously. On his desk was a small porcelain jar that read, "deadly farts", and he was missing a couple of his front teeth. I couldn't stop staring at his enormous belly button, silhouetted by the biggest green t-shirt I've ever seen. I kept trying to picture him driving, but I couldn't. Maybe that's why he's the classroom instructor. In any case, I guess once I get my licencse I'll be a full time adult, a scary thought.