Two-Way Traffic is for Scrubs (9.1.11)

At school today, we had the annual student drivers lecture. Unfortunately, I received this lecture one on one with our lovely principal, Rodney, yesterday. My spot is on the very end of the first row of cars, but it is easiest for me to go down the second row and pull straight into my space. The rules state that you cannot create two-way traffic, and my method follows this rule because I do not drive down the first row at all. Well, apparently I was wrong. Rodney was creeping the parking lot, which is strange because he never leaves his office, and he happened to be lecturing a dumb founded junior when I pulled in. As I was getting my stuff out of the back and Carly was getting out of the passenger seat he walked up to me and asked who the driver was. Is he stupid? He saw me step out of the driver's side. For a man who is one of the top ten highest paid people in Wake County, he is rather slow. I got the lecture that I broke my driving contract and that he could take away my pass, blah blah blah. Today I heard it all again, and Jeff (he also got in trouble for the same thing) and I sat there worried we would be called out.

After school, Sloan coaxed me into going to the men's soccer game with her. They won, but I couldn't tell you anything about the game. However, I can tell you that I successfully gave myself a french manicure that I am quite proud of.