So after having a blank page for about a month now, I finally have something to blog about. For the first time I, Katie Cullen, drove a stick shift. And I only stalled once (and it wasn't even that bad, luckily no one was behind me). This was only made possible by the continuous support of family and friends. Thanks to Gianna, Jessie, Whitney, and Caroline I was able to gain the confidence that I probably wouldn't kill myself and/or others on my way to work this morning. Through the experience of learning the ways of the stick shift these past few days I have gained compassion for all the manual drivers out there who stall at the light in critical moments, I too have felt there panic and from now on swear to never honk in anger (because that only makes the situation worse), and to never stare at them as I pass (question...why do people do that, the driver already knows your mad at them its not like they need you to remind them that they just cut you off, or that they stalled in the middle of the intersection two stop signs back). So if you see a white '93 ford ranger with me struggling in the drivers seat, smile and wave as you pass.
Whitney, I hope one day I will stall at the intersection of university and 7th and you pass me angrily in the 5th avenue. Only then will it be acceptable for someone to stare me down in sunglasses made in the year of 1985.
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