The Drive Home During Lunch

Printmaking should be interesting, but a bit on the frustrating side. I'm in a class with a lot of familiar faces, but at the same time I know their talent levels. Given my own, I'll be very surprised if there is someone that I am better than aesthetically. Thankfully, most of my teachers grade on an individual curve. If you are trying, you'll do well. If you don't, then probably not. Maybe that's why I got a C in Figure Study.

During her lunch hour, I called my mom to pick me up so I could get home earlier. On the ride home, she told me several things.

First off, I can't do this anymore. I'll be stuck in the building until 15:00 at the earliest simply because of the fact that the trip will make her late coming back from lunch. I can't blame her. It's a long distance to drive.

Second? She wants me to take a refresher driving course if they offer a weekly one on Fridays since I have no class. I groaned at this proposal. Once again, my sister came to my mind. How she was so excited about driving after she got her license only to be slowly tortured out of the joy and feeling of independence as my mother treated her as the second driver (Dad being the first driver of the family). My sister even admitted to me once on her day off while I was accompanying her that driving is no longer fun. And this was probably a year after she got her license. She hates driving, but loves her car. It's a strange balance. One that I know she does better than I do.

If I hate something, I avoid it at all cost if I can. So far, that method of dealing with things has worked pretty well. At least up until recently.

I don't know. My aunt doesn't drive, and people let her do as she pleases, both in my family and where she works. People don't mind giving her rides homes. Her friends don't even ask her for gas money. I can see how she would be presented with the same argument as I am right now. Why doesn't she drive in a city where a car is required and public transit pretty much stabs you in the wallet? Simply put, she just doesn't want to.

Frankly, I don't want to deal with what comes with driving. Like I said, being able to drive in my family means taking my mom places she doesn't want to go given several reasons like she doesn't know where it is or she just doesn't feel like driving. In general, that means being on the insurance and making sure you are responsible enough to drive defensively. This coming from a person with several years of pent up angst, none of which has been released on the canvas or drawing paper. And people want me to drive?

You have heard of road rage, right? Put me behind the wheel, and I'm pretty sure that I'll bring that to the level of any demolision derby. I can't promise it, but it will more than likely happen. Go ahead and say I'm just making excuses up to avoid the problem. Just remember one thing when you do.

A good chunk of the average murderers on Death Row right now probably have anger management issues similar if not exactly like my own that they somehow lost control over. And every human being has their limits.