Waiting.
It's too long to walk down to Springside and back in time for Driver's Ed...and too long to sit up here and wait...in fact, it seems like forever. But, last Driver's Ed class! No more Mr. Bill after this afternoon! EVER! Ah, thank god. And he says he won't talk much this time, meaning I don't have to worry about the raining spit.
So all I can do is just wait.

Update: Um...where the fuck was Mr. Bill? Wissahickon room: empty. Library: Mr. Cardoso(a?), and...no one else...meaning, I still have more Driver's Ed stuff to do. I'm going to kill myself, when does it end?!