driving school part 2

Thus, the 6 hour ceramah ended for me.

God, it was horrible. I mean the ceramah itself is boring but I think the circumstances of everything made it really unbearable. At the end of the day, I head home, popped a Panadol and slept for 4 hours.

God, it was hell.

So, the day started with me getting ready to go to Semenyih with a bunch of Mat Rempits - again. That morning, I woke up with this mild headache - not exactly a perfect start. My driving instructor told me to be there around 8 for the van but you know, Malaysian time, that means around 8.45 ish right? Anyway, I was right, I came around 8.30 and the people are still hanging around because the van hadn't arrived yet. Meh. So, instead of the van, we rode a Kancil instead. So I was elbow to elbow with this two girls at the back. Sardines! Tuna!

You know, since I've been to Semenyih before, I'm not really fazed with the whole middle-of-nowhere thingy anymore. Same ol' palm trees, you know the deal. Gave my IC, sat next to random strangers, made friends with random strangers, died a little, haha, and you know, basically the whole driving school shebang. My driving teacher was different this time. He's actually a very funny and adorable in the teddy bear sort of way. haha. Encik Hizwan. But I think the fact that I'd slept at 2 the night before made me really sleepy even though I was laughing at the same time. haha.

I made another new friend - Syazwani but at first, I thought her name was Hazwani. haha. Man, I need to lay off the iPod - it's ruining my sense of hearing! Syazwani isn't a rempit by the fact of her clothes and she's actually pretty bright. She got 48 over 50 for her computer exam. Meh. Not that I'm saying Minah Rempits aren't smart. They're just lazy to study in the first place. Anyhue! Before I get anonymous people flaming me for no apparent reason, let's get to know Syazwani a bit more. She's living in Kajang obviously but she schooled in KL. TTKL? Apparently it's a sekolah teknik? Hell, I don't know. Anyway, poor her is going to matrics for TWO YEARS. God, that's awful. I mean, one year is already unspeakable. I don't know what to say about two years.

And there was also this makcik who is already in her 50's there. She's must be the oldest driving student I've seen! She is really nice though and I sat with her at lunch because there was no more empty seats. She's really old. I mean, honestly, she is. And then she told me, that she had to do the computer driving exam three times to get it right. So kesian.

Anyway, after 3 hours of looking at things at the slide show and trying really hard not to fall asleep, we we're shooed off to have a break. Break. Then, breaks over. More things on the slide show. I know, I know, I'm not exactly 'promoting' the driving school experience here. You know why?

BECAUSE DRIVING SCHOOLS SUCK. IT IS NOT FUN. IT WILL NEVER BE FUN.

There.

So, back to the topic. I was starting to feel sick. I don't know why either. It's like something is lodged in my throat. My headache was just pounding me. Sleepiness. It was totally the worst feeling to feel for something like this. Anyway, then came to the whole hands-on part of the ceramah. I thought, okay, maybe this would zing up the whole experience and make me active for a while. I mean, this is really close to actual driving here! Driving a gear shaft is crazy, I tell you. I don't think I even know how to start driving. Like, do we step the clutch first, change the gear then - slowly - press the pedal? Or, I'm completely wrong here?

So, I was ganged up with two girls and a guy for the drive-in-actual-car experience. This chinese guy, who I think will be my driving instructor, showed us the ropes in driving. Like, ok this is what you do when going uphill. (AND OMG, THE SUN WAS SCORCHING LIKE MADNESS. Seriously, it made the headache WORSE.) Then, ok, this is what you do when you want to park the car? See, side mirror must go in the white line. Do not hit the poles. Remember to wear seat belts at all time. Of course, his English wasn't as good as the ones I said above lah.

Then he showed us the Road Test routes. I thought, ok, I think I will take Route A since Route A is just a long road and not going into any kampungs like Route B. Then, Diana burst my bubble when she said only JPJ officers can choose which route to take. Oh ferk. Route B is like such a hassle! You go through a pekan, you gotta dodge all these people crossing the road and motorbikes and even animals, for god's sakes. When we were driving on Route B, there was an actual snake crossing the road! A SNAKE. Ok, it's a teeny itty bitty thing but it's still a snake!

Oh, I even went into Negeri Sembilan at one point. We drove pass the sign that said Sempadan Negeri Sembilan. And I'm like, whoa, see how much I've got to go through just to learn how to drive!

Ok, at this point, I felt like crying because my brain.. was just not working with me. I thought, ok, I think it's over at this point. BUT NO. We were shown the insides of a car next. You know, engine, those little fuse things, whatever water container thingy etc. You know, if I were being my normal self, I'd be interested. But I wasn't being my normal self. So, I just stood there grumpily, praying to God for this to be over. At one point, the driving instructor told all the girls to change a flat tire. Which is so not fair! While all the boys stand at the side and smoking their lungs out, we, girls had to go up to the car and crouch and get our hands on those nasty little tools. Somehow, I got dismissed. I don't know how I did it because at first, I was standing waay at the front and then suddenly, I found myself being at the far back against the wall. Hmm.. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

When I finally head home, it was just solitary thinking. I was thinking of three things: Bed, Aircond and Panadol. I'm not kidding. So, on the way home it was like this: BED. AIRCOND. PANADOL. NEED. BED. AIRCOND. PANADOL. PANADOL. BED. AIRCOND. AIRCOND. BED.

Yep. I've had better days.

But the good news is, now all I have to do is wait for my L license! Which is about next week! Which means, I GET TO DRIVE A REAL CAR NEXT TIME. WOOOOTTT. AND NO MORE STUPID-ASS CERAMAHS TO ATTEND!! YEYNESS.

I am so going to own a driving license.

-- carshopping anybody?