This is something one can never learn off a book.

I have been a reasonably good student in college.

I signed up for driving classes last month. I started off well, and everyone including me was happy. That was until last Monday. You might have felt sometime: Today isn't going as I'm wanting it to go. You can say that that's exactly what I felt as I sat in the driver's seat. I assumed that I should dismiss the thought and I started the car(read: a rather careless assembly of ancient motor parts, which just happened to be in their right places for just enough time.)
"Grunt grunt...bang!" The car, you guessed it, stopped. The shopkeeper nearby looked interested, and so did the onlookers. My Sir gave me a look that said:"Do that again and I'll just about allow you to do the steering."

Okay mister. I know what I did wrong. I started it again, and held on to the clutch this time. And Yay! It moved!! Well, it moved, and nothing else. A few paces and I was heading straight into the speed breaker, which greeted the local residents every weekday by trying valiantly to dislogde a few neck bones as they went over it on their two wheelers( you might include the car I was in). No problem. Still in first gear. "Bump, clang..*ouch* ..thud!@%%$#@."

Woah. A few metres into the 8 km long torture, and my palms are already sweating. I'm actually reliving a bad, !bad!, *bad* experience. Let me finish it though, or I'll be sleeping trying to swerve out of the way of the endless mass of vehicular population(read: fan, sound effects provided by Mr.Next Door's T.V.)

Yeah. I hold on to the steering wheel *hard* and steady the moving mass of assorted metal and take a turn. Goes alright, oh but these things tend to happen, a tiny ray of light is but gladly accepted when one is trying to escape the unattended mass of emotions. You actually feel the unsolicited effects of a dementor attack, even though you're a muggle. Now if you're staring at the words 'dementor' and 'muggle' with a *familiar* buzzing in your ears, shame on you!

Uh oh. I'm going haywire with my narration of my version of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events', though it may seem I'm just juggling (with?) your time(giggles).

Okay mister. Woah. Yeah. Uh oh. That sums up the words I used on that fateful Monday while driving(learning to, twiddling with, playing around, et al). Now I'm glad to announce that I have reached the end of the month-long course(end of my tether, more like) and I'll be giving my driving test next Monday. Now was that coincidence or do the dementors like their Mondays??