Why, Karma?

A few days after the crosswalk incident, my mother and I went to visit my autistic brother who lives in a group home up in Wisconsin.  We took him out to dinner at Culver's, one of his favorite fast food places, and then we decided to take a nice long cruise along Lake Michigan.  On our way back to his group home, I see this woman on a side road next to us run a stop sign.  Before I could even finish "heck" in the phrase "what the heck," the car smacked into the rear left side of the Saab, spinning the car in the opposite direction.  What happened afterwards was boring and prolonged, but to make a long story short, the lady who hit us got two tickets, my car is at the Saab Exchange being repaired, and I won't be able to drive it for who knows how long.

Thank god it was not a bad car accident, because it could have been much, much worse.  If that lady's car had hit a split second later than she did, she could have hit me and badly injured me.  Today, I only woke up with a sore left shoulder.  This car accident was a learning experience: don't drive in the sketchy neighborhoods.  At the same time, it's incredibly frustrating.

Why, karma?

My Stupidity at its Best.

Yesterday was my first full day of Senior year.  At 7:15 on that crisp, pleasant morning I pulled out of the garage in my Saab 95, prepared to go to school, sit on my butt, and learn for seven hours.  On my way to school, I drove down a residential street to pick up a friend.  Coming back from the residential street, I stopped and waited by the intersection to continue down the main road to school.  When the light turned green, I made a right turn seconds after a biker crossed the street and I hear yelling and screaming from the crosswalk dude.  Out of shock, I drove away towards school.  For the rest of that day, my temperament was terrible.

What was I thinking?  I didn't run over the biker, but still, I probably should have noticed the stop sign that the crosswalk dude held up in his bulky hand.  This event has been on my mind for the past day now.  I've hardly ever been yelled at, being the goody-goody that I am.  As traumatizing as this experience was, it comes to show that even the most goody-goody kids out there have their select few moments of stupidity.