I’ve been a bad, bad, very bad blogger. My oldest son is taking driver’s ed. I signed him up for a program at the suggestion of a friend and because this particular program requires parental interaction. Normally, I think parental interaction is a fine idea. I prefer to be involved if for nothing else finding out what techniques are being used and how I can best help my son when he’s not in class.
Oh, if I only known how much interaction it required before I’d paid my four hundred bucks.
So far, I’ve taken several written tests and a driving test. I’ve been quizzed, I’ve watched movies (cried during the ones where kids died and I had to watch other parents’ anguish), sat through endless hours of class, rode along while Killian drove and tomorrow is the state test. Hope I pass…
Ultimately, if it makes my kid a better driver, I’m willing to fall on this particular grenade. I’ll bitch about it, of course, for that is what I do. But on the chance that it’ll make a difference, I’m okay with it.
But now, there’s this.
Thursday is the Driver’s Ed Potluck. Seriously?!? It’s not enough that I attended every class, took every test, incorporated every rule, but now they want me to cook for them?!?
What pisses me off more than anything, is that one of the other kids in this class stole my beautiful, precious iphone from my (unzipped) purse. I know, stupid me for leaving it unzipped, but I never would have thought anyone would be that ballsy. I was wrong, and I’m out an iphone. The last thing I want to do is feed the entitled little shit who helped him/herself to my phone.