But, I survived my first day of Driver's Ed. And I'm now more grateful than ever before that I am HOMESCHOOLED!!!!! *high fives to all homeschoolers* *gives pat on back to those who've survived going to public school* I really don't know how you've done it!! :)

The not-so-good points of today:
::This class has nearly 50 students (48 if you wanna get technical). For a quiet girl like me who is nothing like the typical teenager, you get lost in the crowd far too easily, yet still stick out as a "stare" object for those bored persons who care nothing about the class or studying (and that'd be the majority of the class, if I judged correctly)
::The language those kids use...and the *things* they talk about (oh, and did I mention that only 3 other teens taking this class are 16 or older?)...me thinks I need to buy some ear plugs before tomorrow
::I really don't enjoy sitting in a classroom studying, writing down notes, and listening to lectures for 6 hours straight, with only two breaks(morning break and lunchtime). It was great to have an actual classroom setting, but not for that time period.
::I also dislike corny 80's and 90's driving videos with horrible actors.
::There are several "creeps" in the class (though I expected that, I did not think there'd be this many). My definition of "creep" includes (but is not limited to): hair any color but those which God chose to bestow on the human race (especially bright red); piercings anywhere but the ears; pants sitting anywhere below where they are supposed to sit; black fingernails, etc.
::I don't think any of the other kids actually care about taking the class...all they want is the piece of plastic with their face on it that gives them permission to drive.
::I abhor red hotdogs.
::After those six hours at the high school (which began at 8am and ended at 2pm), I came home to, only an hour later, find myself madly cleaning the entire house for someone who is coming to look at it this evening. (Edited to add: The guy seemed to love the house...*prays hard*)
::It's my week to do the litter boxes (Yes, "es". With three cats, it's absolutely necessary), and that means cleaning them, scrubbing, and changing out the litter out in the hot sun...probably my least favorite chore (though I'm getting a better attitude towards it, slowly). I don't know why I even felt compelled to mention that :)

The good points:
::Two of the girls were kind enough to ask if I wanted to sit with them, when they saw me by myself (and coincidentally, they were two of the, um, creepy, girls...but I was too glad to finally have a place to sit to worry about that) at lunchtime...not sure whether I'll take them up on their offer to sit with them again, but it was nice of them :)
::The instructor is extremely nice (though very strict, but a good kind of strict) and I suspect he's a Christian
::I learned a lot, which is always nice :)
::Mom let me make a frozen mocha when I got home! :D
::My main "good point" of today...See, the instructor is very strict, and at the beginning of the class, he laid down the law: you talk or misbehave in class when you're not given the "ok" for talking, you get a warning. Second time, you have to write a 5 page essay (and he's NOT kidding!!), and if you either A) don't turn in your essay, or B) get in trouble again, you get kicked out of the class and have to re-take it again after a certain amount of time. And I'll repeat: HE IS NOT KIDDING!!! So, after lunch, he left us all in the classroom while he had to go to the office to do something, and told us to be quiet and study our books while he was gone. The second he closed the door, the other kids (every single one of them. I checked.) started whispering. Then they started laughing and talking louder. By the time he got back, some were even yelling jokes at each other across the room. It's not a very good atmosphere when you're trying to study, let me tell ya. So, he, Mr. Rowes, walks back in the classroom, and, after finally quieting everyone down, barks, "All of you have a 5 [he might have said 2, but really I can't remember] page essay due first thing tomorrow morning!!!" I was rather disappointed, and kind of upset, since I hadn't been talking, but then the girl next to me (who just so happens to be the dirtiest mouthed of the bunch) raised her hand and said, pointing to me, "But sir, she weren't talkin'! [love her grammar, don't you? *wink*] She was like the only one..." I could've hugged her when he told me I didn't have to write the essay!!! :) I would've written the essay, and really it wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but I was still glad he knew the truth, and that I'm not getting punished for something I didn't do(and would never do....not even if one of my best friends was in the class with me!)! :)

Edited to add: I remembered another good thing about our instructor that I'd wanted to mention: He stressed the importance of good morals, and even gave we girls some good advice for protecting ourselves (most of which I'd heard before, but most of the others hadn't). I looked up really quickly with a huge grin on my face when he told one of the girls at the front of the room that he advised against dating, and especially during high school. :D So yep...I really like our instructor! He pretty much makes up for having to put up with the kids. :)