Writer's Wing

If you will allow me any of my own wants, emotions, beliefs or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. -from the introduction of "Please Understand Me"

Friday, January 28, 2005

The Universe Is Set Against Us...But We Won

This morning me and Rachel left the high school at 9:15 as usual. She had forgotten her lunch money, so we stopped at her house, which is basically on the way, for "half a minute". Unfortunately, her driveway was icy, and the car slipped off the ice onto the snow as we were leaving her house. her mom came out to help, and put a board underneath the left front wheel, because it was still slipping on the ice. i guess the board was too thick or something, because instead of gripping the board, the car somehow turned it around and shot it all the way up to the house, a distance of about ten yards (probly a little less, i'm bad at such estimates). rachel's mom then went inside to get some cardboard, which wouldn't hurt her if the car shot that out as well (she was pushing the car from the front, and the board almost hit her). Somewhere along the lines, rachel slipped on the ice and fell, which didn't make matters any better. Thankfully, the cardboard worked, and we were on our not-so-merry way. We decided that if we went really fast (without crashing and dying) that we would still have time to stop at UDF like we usually do. We did so, and didn't seem to be too incredibly far behind. Then, however, we ran into construction- you know, the kind where they're blocking one lane and they've got guys holding STOP/SLOW signs. they were in our lane, so that slowed us down. then we went to turn onto...i forget the name of the road, it starts with a B...but anyway, there's the road we were on, and then road B intersects it at about a right angle. in one of the corners is a small parking lot that isn't really separated from the road, so it's easy to think you're turning into the street, but really turn into the parking lot. anyway, there was a truck stopped in the left lane of Road B, which didn't bother us, because we were turning into the right lane, of course. however, there was a guy in a van who was half in the parking lot and half in the right lane, with his window open talking to the guy in the left lane. they were completely blocking traffic (okay, so the only traffic was us and another car in the left lane of road B. not the point). he didn't even move until rachel honked her horn. it was extremely strange. but the amazing thing is, despite everything trying to stop us and make us late, we were definitely on time to our english class. Ta Da!


The writer seldom writes what he thinks. He writes what he thinks others think that he thinks.

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