So I haven't exactly been doing so well in holding up to my promise of blogging more here than I do on MySpace. Oh well- shows how busy I really am!! Anyway, a lot has happened since my last blog:
- Finally made to the end of a challenging school year
- Visited my family in Orlando
- Finished a 10-day intensive grad school course in 7 days, not to mention getting a brief experience of college life again minus the dorm drama (and I'm quite satisfied with my final project I might add!)
- Successfully launched my summer volleyball league (not without a 2-day delay due to a state-mandated air test)
While I'm proud of all those things, I'm proudest of the last 2 because not only am I finally getting my Master's work started, but I was finally able to see something that I spent months planning come to bloom. It wasn't without a lot of help from a lot of people, so many thanks go out to all those who helped make this summer league happen.
I've been putting off this blog about probably my biggest pet peeve for years, and now I've motivated myself to finally put into cyberspace. Ever since I became a licensed driver, I've despised many facets of the world of driving, from the lack of skills to the equivalent of hell on wheels- the minivan. In terms of the lack of skills, the things that bother me most are people who drive slow in the high-speed lane (that's what the slow vehicle lane is for!!), people who don't signal (I've had to avoid many accidents because idiots can't take the 0.5 seconds to put a blinker on), and (forgive me for saying this) older drivers who don't belong behind the steering wheel of a car.
I'll admit that I like driving at a good speed on the highway- it's in my blood- but nothing irritates me more that getting settled into my groove (most likely in cruise control) only to be interrupted by a Sunday driver who takes their time taking in the sights in the wrong lane. There are certain places for people like this- A PARK!! Take in the sights and smells of roses doing 15 mph around Elizabeth Park, not doing 55 in a 65.
People who don't signal irritate me more than that. If I'm waiting at a light and the car in front of me doesn't have its signal on, I'm assuming they're going the same direction as me. To my dismay (more like fury), they wait until the very last second before entering the intersection to turn on their blinker as if they forgot to do it in the first place. Of course this happens as the steady flow of traffic whizzes past us in the opposite direction, and before you know it, the red light is back on, and that idiot in front of me is just taking their turn. Lucky me...
Don't get me wrong- if you have the ability to drive deep into your adulthood- God bless you. But if the times seem to have passed you by (not to mention the dozen of SUVs and sedans blowing their horns at you), then maybe it's time you passed that set of wheels onto a new generation and hitched a ride with someone. Not only will it be safer, but you'll spend less time being disoriented and not having to figure out which pedal you have to use.
Lastly, the concept known as a minivan seemed to be pretty cool when I was growing up (our family didn't go that route, opting instead for the Silver Bullet known as the Chevy Eurosport station wagon), but now I'm driving on my own they seem to just get in the way no matter where you go. Nine times out of 10 they're driven by soccer moms who just can't seem to find their way to little Johnny's soccer practice. I say that we do away with minivans and keep the SUV/minivan hybrids they're making these days. At least then they'll look like something that civilized people drive around in rather than mini school buses not painted yellow with motorized stop signs on the side.
Enough blogging for now-anvils have secretly attached themselves to my eyelids. Until next time...
GO WHALERS!!
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