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.