Epic Failure

I could feel the dropplets of sweat dripping down my back. My heart racing a hundred miles an hour. This was it... the moment I have been waiting for. Practicing all this time for. The moment I have been dreading...

So i start to reverse backwards... and BAM, BAM... BAM! I didn't just hit the gutter once. Oh no. Not even twice. Through three different attempts at reverse parking I hit that damn gutter three effing times.

So as you can assume, I failed the my driving test.

There is something you should know about me and that is the fact that at times I am a complete nervous wreck. I get nervous when I have to speak in front of the class. I know that is understandable when you are doing a speech or presentation. Alot of people get nervous. But I am talking about litterally just answering a simple question. For some strange reason I get all cought up, my heart races, my palms get all sweaty and eventually, in as normal a voice I can muster, I answer the damn question. For some reason the thought of speaking in front of 20 or so people in a class room with all the attention just on myself scares the absolute shit out of me.

Now imaging this magnitue of nervousness times about a thousand. This is how I was feeling when it came to doing my reverse park. Damn the reverse park! Who in their right mind invented such a travesty?

Although it is my fault entirely that I drove dispicably, I do slightly have my nerves to blame for the ultimate crapness of my driving. So my mission, not just for this week but for my life in general, has, is and will always be: to control my nerves. I have attempted to do so on various occasions, even throwing myself into the deep end by performing song and guitar numbers at my old schools talent quest and at the local pub. I just can't seem to get past it.

Hopefully I can!

My Welcome to Myself

Thanks to my dear friend, Esther, I have just been introduced to the crazy new world of blogging. Me and the blogging world are now only aquaintances, however I hope that in the future we will be just as good friends as Esther and I. Although it is most probable that noone will acctually ever venture to read this blog I am determined to make it anyway to further establish my nonexistant skills as a writer.. or as my Uni lecturer would say, to increase my media production.

I have just started my first year of uni at UQ studying the art of Journalism. The first week hump has past and now onto the second. Things are starting to become a bit more familiar but the huge campus is still a little blurry when travelling from lecture to lecture. I do rather look forward to when it all becomes familiar, but untill then I will continue to be a bit of a tourist with my super cool map held right up to my eyes. Lets just hope I acctually remember to look where I am going, or the slippery shoes I have been wearing may just let me plunge to my death.

Oh and in other news, I am determined to make friends in my tutorials this week if it is the last thing that I do. That is this weeks official mission, along with not spending money by bringing a dorky packed lunch with a freezer pack. :)