In tenth grade, I won the Drivers Ed award. Now, I don’t think I won because I was necessarily the superior driver in our class…I’m pretty sure that it was because of the notebook. Mr. Harold Jude was our teacher, and much to our disappointment, the greater part of our time wasn’t spent actually driving; it was reading about driving. No, the driving part would come later on—but for right now, he was going to drill us over and over again on the rules of the road.
Part of that process was that we had to do a notebook, and it would count as a significant percentage of our grade. At the end of each chapter was a long set of questions. He would make us write the question and then write the answer in our notebook. Well, Little Miss Perfectionist decided to go the extra mile, typewriting and color-coding my notebook on my old manual Remington typewriter (a dumpster dive rescue)…black for the questions, red for the answers. I wore holes in the typewriter ribbon, but it got me an “A!”
At the time, I thought the notebook was a bit unreasonable. But, an impatient teenager just wants to cut to the chase and hit the highway! I realized down the road, however, that he was aiming for something other than eating up my free time with his homework assignment: he was making sure that when we did actually get out there, those rules would be tattooed on our brains!
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