For the past 2 weeks, my father made me drive to church. Today, it did not turn out so well. First and foremost, I have to drive on the actual road, which is quite scary. What makes it even more tense is that my father is in the passenger seat yelling at me, which makes it hard for me to concentrate and drive. Yeah, you can instruct me on what to do, but yelling at me to move the car and all is not very effective. As the light turned green, I turned and ran into the curb. He got so mad. He made me get out and switch and he backed up finding out the tire has been fucked up. Now, I am not so sure if he will be teaching me. If not, I will find someone else. We had to park that car and walk home. He did not want to go to church since he was so frustrated.
In reality, it is my fault, but you yelling at me while I am driving is not an effective way to teach me how to drive. Oh well.
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