I also remember drivers ed. It was this enormous class of like 90 people over February break packed into the tightest room you can imagine. I sat in the same spot near the back every day. The girl in front of me also sat in the same spot every day, in front of me. She was extremely attractive and she wore a thong every day that stuck out of her low-rise jeans.
It drove me crazy. Absolutely insane. Every day, trapped in this stuffy room, with this insanely hot girl that drove me crazy. I couldn’t think.
On the last day, I asked if she wanted to go to the arcade or movies sometime. I had to take my shot. She said “No” with no emotion or any thinking really.
That is my overwhelming memory of drivers ed. The sexual frustration of my 16 year old body followed by embarrassment and failure.
It drove me crazy. Absolutely insane. Every day, trapped in this stuffy room, with this insanely hot girl that drove me crazy. I couldn’t think.
On the last day, I asked if she wanted to go to the arcade or movies sometime. I had to take my shot. She said “No” with no emotion or any thinking really.
That is my overwhelming memory of drivers ed. The sexual frustration of my 16 year old body followed by embarrassment and failure.
The driver’s license was great though