Small Baby Steps

Exactly one month from now, I will be turning eighteen. Do you know what that means?

I can legally drive.

I showed my mom the brochure I got from a driving school and tomorrow, I shall be paying a down payment for driving lessons. I am so excited. I’m gonna go switch to Shallow Teenager Mode and admit that the main reason why I’m very eager to learn how to drive and get my own car is because I am going to get so many cool points for this. I mean, come on. If you think that there is nothing cool (or at least, appealing) about you, the open road, and your favorite song playing on the stereo in full volume, then there’s probably something wrong with you. Granted, Metro Manila isn’t exactly the safest place to drive around but that’s why I’ll be going to driving school: to learn how deal with the non-existent road rules.

What really worries me is that I’m not quite sure if my dad will allow me to get my own car. He’s read and heard too many horror stories about girls getting kidnapped, raped, and their cars getting stolen. I hope he realizes that I refuse to become a driving-late-at-night horror story. Maybe I can make some sort of deal with him and promise that I’ll be home at exactly 7 pm everyday or something. I will seriously do anything for him to allow me to drive to school and back. But I guess it’s too early for me to worry about how I can persuade him and refute his arguments. Small baby steps. Let me concentrate on learning how to drive first.