I am taking a class this semester called Faith World Seminar: Living Car Culture. Today we went on a field trip to the Car Museum downtown. My two professors needed some students to volunteer to drive there so we could save ourselves some of the hassle of using one of the school vans; I fain volunteered. After filling my car with some of my fellow classmates, I went to pull out of the lot when my steering wheel became difficult to steer and my gas and break failed to work. Obviously, we all became very concerned. After putting the car in park, I decided that I might need to fill my car with oil since I saw the oil light shinning on the dashboard. I checked the dip stick which showed my oil was fine, but I added a small container just in case. As I pondered adding the second container of oil, one of my professors suggested I not in fear of overfilling it since the dipstick showed to my car to have plenty of oil. I went to make another attempt at driving my car when my professor made a comment which brought me to the realization that, although my car was turned "on," I had yet to "start" the engine.
My professors began laughing hysterically while I giggled in embarrassment. I turned on my car, starting the engine and still quite a bit embarrassed; then I let out a sigh of relief that 1) my car was working fine after all and 2) that we could now leave for the museum. Cars were definitely not intended for me.
Although I did not pass my drivers tests until the fourth attempt, I'm wondering if maybe it should have been the fifth...
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