I knew there was a reason that my body woke me at 5.15am this morning and refused to allow me back to dreamland until normal people were well on their ways to work. Yes. Today was officially my most grown-up day to date. Oh how my body can tell the future.
I was woken by a call from my mother circa eleven o'clock from the depths of below asking if I was alive. This was followed by a call, "Will I bring up your post", she asked. "Yes please", I groaned as I turned over and tried to comfort my sore, swollen freshly pierced ear. As I opened the non-descript white envelope I saw a small, but definite NUI Galway Logo pop out. It couldn't be, could it? Yes, yes it was. It was my result. The result of the Masters I'd all but forgotten about. 66.0. Second Class honours Grade one. Yesssssssss.
I swiftly jumped up, ran downstairs, hugged by parents, skyped my sisters and rang my boyfriend. And all before twelve, a productive day so far, yes.
Then I toddled into town, looked about and took the next step of the day. My first driving lesson. It was fun, and exciting and a little bit scary when a bus stopped and I though I wouldn't get passed it, but I survived. Not only did I survive, but I am more determined than ever now that I've finally driven on a real road with real people.
Some day, eh?
Done and done!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
To do: Be a Fully Licensed driver by February.
Yes. It is true that I've had my provisional over a year and have never been insured or driven on a real life road. But I can and will do it. If Homer Simpson can drive, yes sireeeee so can I!
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