Day 2

Salutations! I'm really bored in driver's ed right now at a local high school...in the summer...from 5:45-9 pm...for ten days. I hate driver's ed.
My teacher is so passionate about his opening topic for today's lesson (the one and a half rotation range of the steering wheel) that his eyebrows are raised so high up with excitement I fear they will jump off his head and out the door...I will envy them for their swift escape. Five minutes have passed since the last time I blinked. See, compared to this class, staring at my split ends is so captivating that I just can't bear to blink or look away. I just shift my weight in this steel desk-like contraption...hopefully my left butt cheek will regain circulation (as my right leg goes numb). While squirming around I notice that someone who previously sat here documented on the desk the "hours left in driver's ed." listed below is "24, 21, 20.5, 19." I feel hopeful. One day, I too will only have 19 hours left. *joy! I look around the room (must not make eye contact with the teacher...he will see I'm completely zoned out) I see a painting in the corner clearly drawn by a student. Is that a portrait or a picture of the ocean during a tornado? I notice this girl to my front left diagonal looking back at me, so I make a face at her. She turns back around. Just heard my teacher say "If you need to go to the right, you must turn the steering wheel to the right." Glad I caught that ingenious instruction. consider writing it down, then continue poking at my cuticles. The girl in front of me takes out her ponytail, unleashing foot after foot of thick wavy black hair which now spills over three quarters of my desk. I imagine the possibility of hiding my phone in the shadows of her hair allowing me to text or connect in some way to the outside world. However, I get a frightening image of my phone getting lost in her hair and disregard the original notion. A boy drums loudly and obnoxiously on his desk and I consider the pros and cons of punching him in the face:
pro-irritating thumping noise ends
con-potential consequences for hitting other kids, some effort involved
I look around the room again and spot the clock indicating 7:30. break time *joy! During the fifteen minutes of free time I walk around the school twice and blow my nose...it momentarily started bleeding. On my way back to the classroom I hear a group of kids speaking in what I assume is German...tried to decipher what they were saying, and failed. Break over. for the remaining hour and fifteen minutes we watch a disturbingly graphic movie about car collisions. Movie scares me out of ever driving or entering a vehicle again.
Class now pointless.