First driving lesson outcome
The experience was rather nerve-wracking since the instructor kept barking out commands: Signal light! Turn right! Gas! Clutch! Brake! Go straight now! Straight! Straight! Don't you hear me? Straight! then snickering side comments in between, like Good turn. You did it nicely over that tree root. I'm beginning to fully grasp Michi's concept re: Italian obnoxiousness.
The cheeky fella also kept muttering underbreath: Assassina! Assassina! (which I doubt needs translation) I mean, REALLY. How childish. He even let me out the car early -- 45 minutes. I'll have to check if the lesson really lasts this short, because I paid or thought I paid for one whole hour. The silly guy also disappeared for some 10 minutes afterwards while I and another girl waited outside with the car -- she for her lessons, I for a ride back to the driving school. Boo!! I want another instructor! Someone with a calm, soothing voice and who doesn't talk too much. He's probably saying more or less the same about my maniacal laughter every time he panics. Hee.
I'll have another go at passersby (the instructor's wisecrack) on Monday. Let's see how that turns out. In the meantime, they've scheduled me for the written exam around end of July.
On a lighter note, since I could use one right now:
|My Personality Is Like Marijuana|
You're laid back and easy going, so much so that taking a shower is often too much trouble for you! (yikes, how'd they guess?!!)
Nevertheless, you're quite popular, and many people enjoy your company. You're rarely turned down. (yeah right)
You're prone to giggle fits, paranoia, and forgetting where you are exactly. (i knew it! someone's been spying on me!)
Yay! Only 4 more poems to go. Can't wait for it to be over. I seriously need some free time for revisions, catching up on e-mails and also time off to study for the driving exam (more than 1600 test questions to learn by heart).
The latest poems are:
26. Cold Paradisiac Flies in the Skyline: Paracelsus
25. Cold Paradisiac Flies in the Skyline: Water
24. Bubble Gum
22. How a Mother Peels Fruit Before the Funeral
21. The Day She Was Called to Identify the Body
American Gods by Neil Gaiman... the first 35 pages remind me of Piers Anthony's Incarnations of Immortality series (went crazy over them in high school). Correct me if I'm wrong though.
Have finished Jeffrey Eugenides' Middlesex. Wheeeee! Just plain loved it! Terrific story with lots of eye-opening tidbits about Greek immigrants and hermaphrodites. Thanks for the tip, Mick!