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Drive My Car

For the first time in almost a decade, I am now in possession of my very own car. This evening, the deal went through and I can’t begin to describe how easier my life has just become.

I will no longer be enslaved to the bus timetable. My school is but a 10 minute drive from my house, yet the bus incredibly adds 50 minutes to the journey time.  The pressure of getting out of the house earlier than I needed to, to catch the bus that often either came early or didn’t come at all was really start to grind me down. I also had the “pleasure” of having to sit next to the students I would be teaching later on in the day. At 8.00 a.m. I really didn’t feel like coming into contact with some of them! It also meant that I came home from school far later than I should have.

Anyway, I now have a car. It’s no great shakes but it will get me from a to b and that’s all I need it for.

Suddenly, both school and home life have become a touch less stressful.

Comments

Yaakov Kirschen said…
Hi teacher,
I've searched and searched and can't find a contact or email address for you on your fascinating blogsite.
I do the Dry Bones cartoons and you kindly link to what used to be my website. Could you post your email? BTW the new site is
http://mrdrybones.com
... and the brand new Dry Bones blog is at
http://drybonesblog.blogspot.com

sorry,
I didn't mean for this to be spam.
Thursday, 29 September, 2005
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