This is going to be everywhere. I didn't know when to start. <br><br>I have started driving. Yay, right? Sure. If you don't get a teacher who is a complete and total ass face. I have never driven a car before. I have never driven anything similar to a car other than an ATV (4 wheeler), and someone was behind me showing me how to do it.<br><br>My particular driving instructor, and I quote, "I raise my voice, I don't yell." Which is a lie. In a small Chevy, you do not raise your voice louder than how I talk normally, which is pretty loud. This Chevy is loud, also. My ears are ringing from it, which is odd, because it's not a diesel, and I only have one good ear. Both of them are ringing, though. o_O He yells. That is not raising your voice, that is yelling. It is hard to make me cry, and he has done it four times in two days. Part of it is because I hate being yelled at more than anything in the world. It hurts my ear, I can feel the vibrations, it fills me with guilt and negative thoughts, and I don't like that, considering I've been a very happy person lately. I am at a T intersection about to turn right. He proceeds to tell me to go, and then stop. I get my pedals confused, and step on the gas instead of the brakes, causing him to slam on his brakes and *scream* at me for five minutes. If you put me under pressure, I make mistakes, and he doesn't realize this. I am a good driver. I can maintain speed limit. I don't drift. I can lane change and make right turns and left turns and merge. I communicate with the people in front of me. I can handle parking garages, they aren't my favorite. <br><br>Do. Not. Put. Me. Under. Pressure. So by yelling at me for not doing something fast enough (which, by the way, dumbass, I would have rear-ended the person in front of me had I went from 0 to 55mph in 3 seconds), or, lets say, jerking the wheel from Matt's hands because you can't tell Matthew [the guy I am driving with], how to lane change properly by the speedway, that's a bit dangerous. He grabbed the wheel from my hands and nearly caused me to run into a tree. The person riding my ass backed off, but you don't do that. I don't care how impatient or how much of an ass you feel like being, you just don't do that to someone who is about to piss their pants because of you. Intimidation doesn't work. I have issues with people I don't respect. And, he is one of those. So I keep conversation to a minimum of "stay straight? Turn right? Turn left? What do I do here? Lane change?" <br><br>I am a very attentive driver. I can figure out what the hell I am doing. Like the purple car who pulled out of a side road right as I turned right? Yeah, well, he wasn't there, and I am right because I notice things that are purple. Purple is not a common car color. Purple tends to be shiny, like it has glitter in it. This car was one of those neon purple cars. Did I miss it? No. Because it wasn't there when I pulled out. Just like I know when to stop at a stop sign, or how to turn right. I know I can turn right on red. Let. Me. Drive. It's not you getting your license, you've had yours for thirty years. -_- You're supposed to be teaching me how to drive, not screaming at me to "STOP! GO! STOP! GO!" in the same three second period. Yeah, I'm reporting you after Monday.<br><br>Anyhow.<br>We're by the speedway, and we are heading to my house to drop me off. Matthew is more nervous than I am when it comes to driving, because this guy (his name is Barry) is harder on him than he is on me, because I happen to be female, and I am not afraid to be a smart ass. He is also one, so he finds it pretty funny. However, he has made me cry, his background is in counseling, so I don't know why he yells. He reminds me of that one Geico commercial with the military guy who didn't make a good psychologist. xD The "Mamby-Pamby Land" commercial. <br>So Matt has to lane change. Barry is very vague with directions. He tells us "turn signal left", but does not tell us if we are turning or lane changing. He just tells us to put on our left turn signal. Matt does so. Let me describe the setting for you. Imagine the busiest road by your house, a big road, like one that leads to a mall, or to Wal Mart or to Lowe's Home Improvement. It is going on 5:00pm. It's heading into rush hour. Everyone is on this particular road. <br><br>Barry tells Matt to "mirror, mirror, slide." Matt attempts to do it, and fails, partially because Barry screams "STOP STOP STOP!" and jerks the wheel from Matt's hands. This causes me to nearly slam my head into the window. This is, I believe, an 8 lane road, and we need to be in the second to farthest left lane to pull around the mall and get to my house. We are in the second to farthest right lane. Barry repeats the mirror-mirror-slide command, and throws the steering wheel to the left, causing Matt to dive into the other lane of traffic, cutting off about five cars, who slam on their brakes and lay on their horns. Matt then has to go into another lane, which the same events happen, minus the steering-wheel throw part. The next few are perfect, but hesitant, because, hey, who wouldn't be scared with some ass screaming in your ear?<br><br>Matt proceeds to be scared, because if you don't do something fast enough for Barry, he "raises his voice" to a yell. <br><br>We are on the interstate on Monday, and I fear my life. I will be going probably 70mph, and if he throws the wheel, I'll probably spin out of control. Once again, I am a decent driver for someone who has never driven before in her life. Driving is supposed to be fun. It's not when you get an ass.<br><br>Three people have already reported him for unnecessary roughness. I will be doing so after Monday. It was all I could do to not tell Matt to pop the trunk so I could get my stuff out of it, walk across 5 lanes of busy traffic, and call my mom. I don't live far from the speedway. I honestly want to wait a bit longer before driving again. I'm about to call the teacher from the teaching part of the exam and ask her if there is another driving class going out that he is not teaching, and if I can join it, that would be wonderful. -_- And that is bad, because I am usually tolerant of people like that, but it's... unnecessary roughness, and he said himself "I want the good driver back from yesterday." I was only a good driver once I relaxed and was able to focus on the road instead of him screaming in my only good ear I have left.<br><br>-_- Needless to say, I just about went off on him. I actually didn't say anything to him after an hour of me driving other than to ask about directions. Any question, unless it was a test question, was ignored or given a short response to. I can't respect you until you respect me. Sorry. I know I should respect my elders. But you don't scream at me. No. That is a hell no. Unless I nearly cause a five car pile up on the middle of the freeking freeway, or I nearly hit someone head on, you do not scream at me. Same thing with Matt. It is unnerving. We, as students, cannot be tense and scared while doing something that has never been done, or we will injure ourselves and others. <br><br>I'm about to cry just thinking about it. I was white knuckled all day today, because I hate people riding my ass when I'm trying to process everything around me. I cannot listen to you scream at me and watch the road at the same time.<br>Jesus. Sorry I'm such a damn failure. Why don't I pull your little white Chevy over to the curb, park, and put the emergency brake, grab my crap, and walk the 30 miles home? Yeah. I will do it, no hesitations.
"I am carrying all my hatred and contempt for power, its laws, its authority, its society, and I have no room for guilt or fear of punishment."-Diego Rios
Semper Fi.
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Semper Fi.
Semper Fi.
Semper Fi.