Driver's Ed

Remember when you took Driver's Ed?  Maybe you were a sophomore in high school.  Maybe your teacher was Mr. Elder, a giant of a man--reportedly a former NFL player whose baritone voice could be heard throughout the building even if he was trying to whisper to just the student nearest his desk--and who announced your test grade to the class  using a car related term that began withthe letter grade your actually received. ("Mason, that's a CRASH for you. Too bad."  or "Stephanie, you squeaked out of that ACCIDENT, didn't you?")

No?  Well.  I heard that some people had driver's ed that way.

This summer I am playing the local version of a Driver's Ed teacher, at least the behind the wheel portion.  I am left with this familial honor as Genius Golfer is (a) too busy with work, and (b) too tense for The Girl to ever relax enough to feel comfortable driving, and (c) doesn't want The Girl to even think about driving the little Smug Honda for fear of something happening to it and then he wouldn't have it to drive to work in.  I can see his point with the last one, but she is getting pretty good.  Really.

The Girl has, now, about 13 hours under her belt, yet hasn't had a single hour of classroom driver's ed.  Today was a momentous day in her driver's ed experience.  She merged on and off the freeway.  Perfectly.

Oh, yeah.  The Girl is WAY better than Dionne, as seen in this clip from Clueless:

Freeway Freakout
Clueless at MOVIECLIPS.com

And, P.S.--sorry about the voice over topic in the last 12 seconds of this clip.  I couldn't figure out how to end it sooner.  Technology may fluster me, but freeway driving--and teaching freeway driving--does not.