on friday, i took the defensive driving course. it was 8 hours of torture for me, as i am not used to sitting for that long a time. concentrating was a major problem, partly because i was constantly thinking about the cafe and business (or lack of). partly, my problem was that i had not had to “do” a workbook in many years and i found myself flipping to the last page and subtracting from where we were so i could know how much more! it was boring even with cute stories from the beleaguered teacher who professed to being 76. at the best, i was maybe the third youngest in the class of 30, which did make me feel superior, if i wasn’t so agitated. at lunch time, i walked to the cafe and announced that i would probably jump out the window, this being the one on the 9th floor, before the afternoon was over. you see, i was not there to lower my insurance premium as most of my classmates, but because i had committed a criminal act. i had not heeded a pedestrian crosswalk, in fact, i drove straight through and when i was stopped and asked if i knew why i was stopped, i said i had no idea. now i could plead my case here, but it wouldn’t do any more good than it did when i went to court. i was told to not say a thing, but was given two choices….pay 100 dollars OR go to class, and for the $12.00 fee, you know which i chose. so i had to accept the fact that i was there ordered by the court. maybe that’s why i was so defensive?
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