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Marvel! *poof*
May. 11th, 2004 08:51 pmSomehow, between the the crazy moving and the crazy summer trips, we have lost by birth certificate. So I've decided I don't exist, or at least I don't exist until the fine folks of Providence, RI records office say otherwise.
But the real reason I need it is so I can get my learners permit for driver's training. Just 24 more hours of classtime and six driving hours left! More overjoyus to get the classroom time out of the way. I love the class, but as soon as I arrive home from school it's time for driving school. Three hours of class, or so, and home at 8:00.
I had the strange urge to riff the film strip "Room To Live" in class. So I was merrily going at it, well, at least until they got to graphicly descibeing an accident. But I still had to point out that my aunt was wearing a seatbelt, and at that time they were just lapbelts, and her face met Mr. Dashboard, while my grandmother's face met Mr. Steering wheel and lost quite a few teeth.
The point I'm trying to make: at the time the film was made, seatbelts didn't stop you from geting thrown around in the car. They just prevented you from getting thrown *out* of the car.
But the real reason I need it is so I can get my learners permit for driver's training. Just 24 more hours of classtime and six driving hours left! More overjoyus to get the classroom time out of the way. I love the class, but as soon as I arrive home from school it's time for driving school. Three hours of class, or so, and home at 8:00.
I had the strange urge to riff the film strip "Room To Live" in class. So I was merrily going at it, well, at least until they got to graphicly descibeing an accident. But I still had to point out that my aunt was wearing a seatbelt, and at that time they were just lapbelts, and her face met Mr. Dashboard, while my grandmother's face met Mr. Steering wheel and lost quite a few teeth.
The point I'm trying to make: at the time the film was made, seatbelts didn't stop you from geting thrown around in the car. They just prevented you from getting thrown *out* of the car.
