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Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Truth About Learning To Drive




Yesterday evening I finally booked my theory test- the second hurdle to getting my driving license. The first being getting in the car and learning to drive, the third being taking the practical part of the test. I've been learning to drive for about 20 weeks, so I'm slowly improving and finally feel as if I am capable of getting in the car and driving without too much input from my instructor. I find it strange, however, how most people cannot wait to get their license. Because, personally, I have found learning to drive to be one of the most stressful experiences of my life.

When I initially started learning, there were several occasions where I messed up. It's natural- every learner driver is going to make mistakes. Many a time have I stalled the car, turned too little or had trouble when trying to quickly overtake a cyclist. Everything is new when you're behind the wheel and when you don't have the confidence in what you're doing, it is more likely that you'll mess up.

One of my most stressful driving experiences was when I was sat, first in the queue, in front of a traffic light. When the light turned green, I stalled. It went red. I waited. The light went green, I stalled, it turned red. Cars behind me were beeping and whilst my granddad got out the car to give the car behind a piece of his mind, I scooted over to the passenger seat and refused to drive. Sometimes I still feel my heart rate increasing as I sit waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

Another moment was when I was turning into my road. After waiting for oncoming traffic to pass, I went to turn but realised that I wasn't in gear- the car wasn't moving anywhere. The cars behind me were beeping and I felt under so much pressure that by the time I had got the car into gear, it wasn't clear for me to turn, but I did anyway. More honking. More beeping. Me getting home. Me crying. Me not driving for a week.

People think exams are stressful but, truth be told, I have found learning to drive much more testing than any exam I've faced. When you're on the road, there are so many drivers who will get angry at you. They might beep their horns and shout profanity just because they can. Just because they are protected by some metal bubble that means you can't give them a slap when they do. On the road, some people don't care about the learner plates. The truth is, some motorists are just assholes. Mean, horrible, sour people who have no compassion or empathy, despite the fact that they were once learner drivers as well.

I'm thankful that I'm not the only one who has had such experiences. I know of someone who drove around town with their handbrake still on. Another someone who, when attempting to pull away on a hill, rolled back and tapped the car behind. Another friend drove into another car, luckily only his friend's. The fact that other people I know have experienced such things helps when trying to cope with the pressure I feel on the road. These three people now have their licenses. As for mine.... I'm working on it. But fingers crossed that, from here on out, it'll be a smooth ride.

Friday, June 26, 2015

A Guide On How Not To Go To Prom




2 years ago, I attended my high school prom. It was a wonderful evening filled with dancing, candy floss, sparkly dresses and, best of all, my friends. Yesterday evening it was my brother's turn to experience the night that his peers have been planning since they started high school. But my brother, Dan, is not one to follow the crowd. Last night, he pulled off the most spectacular entrance I have ever thought imaginable.

It started off as a joke. Dan was refusing to wear a suit and tie and was pondering what could be the most ridiculous prom outfit he could wear. My dad was the one who suggested it as a joke, initially. Dan, however, went all the way and turned this joke into a reality. He and his friends turned up to prom in a beautiful blue cadillac and, believe me, he got a much bigger cheer than anyone else. That's because he decided to go dressed as a 70's pimp.

I'm just relieved he didn't take a girl with him- now that would get him kicked out for sure. Luckily everyone was very happy to see him dressed up in his finery. He managed to score an 'awesome' from one teacher and a high five from another just on arrival. By the end of the evening he was totally fed up of all the people asking him for selfies. He managed to bag himself the 'most outrageous' award, with the next most outrageous outfit being a kilt. Ahhhh..... I'm such a proud big sister (insert sarcasm here).




Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Allow Me To Introduce Myself...

It has been a week since my exams finished and I am free. Free for 3 months, to enjoy, to relax and to live carelessly. It's often easier said than done, though, as even 1 week in and, let's be honest, I'm ridiculously bored. I've been shopping, gone skateboarding, bought a colouring book because apparently that's a thing now. Yet how can I keep this up for the whole summer? That is why I have decided to start this blog. I need something to keep me occupied, a space to rant and rave about whatever is going on in my life. Whether it's my brother's prom (which is tomorrow by the way- he's going as a pimp), going on holiday with my cousin or my relationship with the neighbour's cat, it's nice to have a space where my voice, no matter how high or squeaky, can be heard. So allow me to introduce myself properly.



  • My name is Jasmine
  • I am 18 and I live in England. 
  • I love Canada sooooo much. Seriously, it's crazy how much I love that place. 
  • I'm a linguist- one of those weird people who, once finishing French A level, decides to spend her summer learning more French. And Italian. And maybe a little bit of Spanish. 
  • I love snowboarding, skateboarding, baking, unicycling (yeh I know... my brother's friend's brother learnt, then my brother's friend learnt, then my brother, then more of my brother's friends and now me. So there's a lot of unicyclists who live near me now!) 
  • ... Oh and acting. I'm the type of girl that sits quietly in class but can perform fine on stage... My confidence tends to come and go a lot.


As for my friends... well truth be told they're weird. We all are. We'll admit it, happily. We are the types of people who don't care what other people think of us. I've had a fair share of friends who have judged me. My old group of friends once said that they didn't want to hang around with me anymore because I brought two bags to school instead of one. Anyway, since escaping such toxic people I've found that I've truly worked out who I am. I'm not a fashion person. I'm not a party person. I'm a weird person. Welcome... to my weird world! (Sorry, that was cheesy. But welcome anyway).