Well, since I have noticed an actual interest in this blog, I shall yet again make another attempt at posting. It should, should, ideally be more frequent now that I'm out of school. And out of high school. Yes, I just graduated high school. You may congratulate me now. Goodness, glad that's over with. And a bit sad. You know, bittersweet? Yeah.
Well, this is the first blog post I've typed on my new Chromebook! That's a new one! Got it for graduation! Wooh!
Okay, okay. What's something that I would know enough and care enough about to make a decent blog post that you would enjoy...? Hmm, seems that I've covered most of it...
Wait! I've got it!
So, my car is a ninety seven SUV thing. Adorable little thing. It's a stickshift though. I've only had my licence for almost six months, and I learned on an automatic. So when I got this thing, this car, that now belongs to me and is my only mode of transportation to college in the fall, I needed to learn it. Fortunately, my male parental unit is quite handy with this do-it-yourself transmission.
My first stickshift teacher was my aunt, in her little Toyota. Despite my discouragement, she insisted that I had performed wonderfully. From my point of view, I was killing the poor engine. I could hear it screaming in agony every time I thought about changing gears. I would then give the vehicle a rest and it would die from exhaustion when I attempted to summon it again. Upon resurrection, it would recall what happened last time I tried to utilize it's skills, and would promptly die again. After many tries, the exhausted vehicle would reluctantly lurch to a crawl, whining in protest. In my aunt's eyes, this was good for a new stickshift driver...
Then, the SUV, named Robin, was bestowed upon me, and I ventured forth to take possession of him. But I was unable to drive him. So I searched out a master to instruct me. This master was a man called Dad, and he brought along his minion, Little Brother. The three of us mounted the metal monster, and the master taught me what he knew. Timidly, I struggled to control the monster I called Robin. It growled and lurched, it's three passengers struggling to stay on. But I ran it and ran it around the course, my dominance over him increasing. But I grew tired, and we returned home, Robin and I still unsure of a winner.
We transferred Robin from his original pen to our pen we had prepared for him, and there came a time when a handsome young knight needed to be returned to his castle. Bravely, I volunteered myself and my steed, Robin. My master came along, and I turned my metal bronco to the roads for the first time. More submissive, Robin and I lurched to the castle and back, safely. Robin did not give up once, and I did not have to resurrect him! The master was proud, and so was I.
But my final test still lay ahead of me. The master was unavailable, and I was in need of transport. Foolishly, I harnessed up Robin, and commanded him to ride. Surprisingly, he did. With little bucking and lurching, and minimal damage to my neck, he and I arrived happily to our destination. Beaming with pride, I announced to all who would listen to my tale of taming the beast. I have conquered the stickshift. All ye who drive here, beware of Eva and her temperamental Robin!
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