Okay, instead of telling you about my petty struggles in life and boring you with my crap, I 've decided to tell you a story. Back in the 11th grade. You know you're old when you begin a story with "back in the 11th grade". But, anyways, back in the 11th grade, my class, of 11 people, went to Los Angeles Mission College to take Spanish 1 and 2. During our Spanish 2 class, we had to take the 210 freeway to get there. Btw, this was every tuesday and thursday.
Anyways, we drove in my friend Nathan's car most of the time. David rode shotgun, and I was in the back, sitting bitch, between Charlie and Steven. So, every day I would have this