Overall, today was good, in basically all aspects except one.
Today was my last day of spanish forever.
Today was my last day of hardish/important finals.
Today was the last day i walked with my mei mei to science.
Today was the last day i cared even a little bit about school. (i’m assuming as a senior i wont care :P)
So, overall, today was a good day. I wasnt so emo either :D.
However, the one bad part of today, which lead to a reminder of how life short is. Today was probably one of my worst driving days. (seeing and being part of)
First of all, this morning i was impatient to get to school, and as i was trying to get onto palm from a small side street, a car didnt let me in and i couldnt get into my lane and i could have easily gotten hit on the side where i was sitting which could have resulted in me dieing or getting seriously injured. However, the car stopped, so i did not die. I felt like an idiot driving like that, but whatever.
Second of all, as i was driving to get my passport, all of the sudden my right foot (my gas/braking foot) started to hurt like crazy. It was really strange. The pain started at my back and travelled down my leg to my foot, and so my whole body felt like i was having needles stabbed into me. I was trying to suck up the pain and keep my foot on the gas or brake, but it was pretty hard. At one point, i was trying to take my shoe and sock off thinking that it would do something, and i realize that i needed to brake so i end up brake much quicker than i expected. However, i did not burn rubber :P.
Third of all, i was driving down peralta to get my passport. (same trip). And, as i was driving this cat runs right in front of my car. I slam on my brakes and i almost kill the cat but i dont. Some random big white dude shouts. “Damn! That was some close shit!” I mean, i didnt see the cat go under me so the only way i knew it was alive was that i didnt feel a bump. I think if i hadn’t pressed my brakes hard enough, it would have died.
The morale. life can be short. You are guaranteed tomorrow.
