A series of Hyundai Adventures
Before you ask the reason it does not say Mini Adventures is the small fact that I do not drive a Mini but drive a Hyundai so I thought it would fit a lot better. Yes I know that I'm seriously weird but there again if you didn't know that before then I'm worried.
Well lets see I've had two little adventures with handing in my coursework.
Monday - I'm up early and ready to go and hand my theory in, it's the first day to work for a lot of people and it's a monday so I decide to play it safe and go driving down the A1 and then through Haymarket to get to Collage Street and around to my usaul car parking space. I get there within twenty minuets of leaving which I'm happy about and head towards the top of Stowel Street. It's blocked off cause somethings gone bang and their's fire engins, a small fire visible and police tape. So I turn back around and head up the ajoining road thinking (well forgetting) that I could get round to the haymarket from that way. So I go down to the bottom of Westgate road, turn down the road that leads to The Opera House, then realise that I can't get back to Haymarket this way, end up going past Flares and the bottom end of the Big Market, turn left at the 55o degress roundabout, end up driving through a no car zone accidentally, spot the Holiday Inn and get onto the roundabout that I need to use to get to Heaton. And amazingly I did that all in ten minuets which was exceptionally good considering I wasn't 100% sure where I was going and was amazed when I found my way out. What made it a little worse was the fact that everyone was driving like complete and total morons cause they're all complaining that they have to go back to work. Boohoo, get used to it.
So I park up, get into Uni, hand in my Theory Essay before the alloated time but no one really minds just as long as it's in. Head back and end up meeting Mark and David and chat to them for a bit before getting back to the car and deciding that I'll head back the usual way cause it's after elven and it won't be so bad. Ha, I couldn't have been any damn wrong. The roads were teming and they were all driving like a bunch of complete and total *********. I'm heading towards The Blue House Roundabout - the one before you get on the road that leads to Haymarket - and I'm stuck behind a van with a trailer. Fine, I'm keeping back cause this things a pair of wheels with a box bouncing around on top and looking rather unsteady. I pull up to the round-about and go into the correct lane, the stupid van goes into the one next to me. Fine. It's clear so we both go, him ahead of me. For some unknown reason the guy slows down or shifts or does something and I just see his trailer coming towards me. I have to drive pratically on the roundabout - which luckily I didn't cause I was going slow enough to get close to it with little hassel - to try and avoid it and I hear this scht noise. I get home and find the bugger has stratched it, git. It's not bad and nothing to worry about cause she's got a fair few scratches as is anyway. But still the twat must have saw me clearly in his mirrors, indicating that I was going right. Dad said he should have been in the other lane so it was all his fault. If it had been my Coupe (my future car) then I would have been yelling the house down but Jess is okay with it all.
Tuesday/Today - well I forgot that I had set my alarm when I went to sleep last night and I nearly sleep in but luckily wake up at 9:50. So I leg it around the house, get everything sorted and then get in the car and drive. Hardly any problems getting in, though i'm sweating like a pig, bar a stupid prat at South Gosforth Roundabouts pulling out too far to see past the other cars and completely ignoring me. He got the horn blared at him but wasn't even playing attention as I had to sweve out of his way. Stupid idiotic prat! I get into Uni and hand in all of my work and then go and check where the private study had to go in. Find out that I've accidentally handed it in at the wrong place and time but I'm not too fussed cause I can send an e-mail to Brian and tell him (which has been done) and I've still got the recite so if I get told off I can prove that I've handed it in.
So between prats driving, me sleeping in and then putting work in at the wrong place it has definately been an Hyundai adventure.
And parents are talking to each other and it's all blown over which I'm happy about
Well lets see I've had two little adventures with handing in my coursework.
Monday - I'm up early and ready to go and hand my theory in, it's the first day to work for a lot of people and it's a monday so I decide to play it safe and go driving down the A1 and then through Haymarket to get to Collage Street and around to my usaul car parking space. I get there within twenty minuets of leaving which I'm happy about and head towards the top of Stowel Street. It's blocked off cause somethings gone bang and their's fire engins, a small fire visible and police tape. So I turn back around and head up the ajoining road thinking (well forgetting) that I could get round to the haymarket from that way. So I go down to the bottom of Westgate road, turn down the road that leads to The Opera House, then realise that I can't get back to Haymarket this way, end up going past Flares and the bottom end of the Big Market, turn left at the 55o degress roundabout, end up driving through a no car zone accidentally, spot the Holiday Inn and get onto the roundabout that I need to use to get to Heaton. And amazingly I did that all in ten minuets which was exceptionally good considering I wasn't 100% sure where I was going and was amazed when I found my way out. What made it a little worse was the fact that everyone was driving like complete and total morons cause they're all complaining that they have to go back to work. Boohoo, get used to it.
So I park up, get into Uni, hand in my Theory Essay before the alloated time but no one really minds just as long as it's in. Head back and end up meeting Mark and David and chat to them for a bit before getting back to the car and deciding that I'll head back the usual way cause it's after elven and it won't be so bad. Ha, I couldn't have been any damn wrong. The roads were teming and they were all driving like a bunch of complete and total *********. I'm heading towards The Blue House Roundabout - the one before you get on the road that leads to Haymarket - and I'm stuck behind a van with a trailer. Fine, I'm keeping back cause this things a pair of wheels with a box bouncing around on top and looking rather unsteady. I pull up to the round-about and go into the correct lane, the stupid van goes into the one next to me. Fine. It's clear so we both go, him ahead of me. For some unknown reason the guy slows down or shifts or does something and I just see his trailer coming towards me. I have to drive pratically on the roundabout - which luckily I didn't cause I was going slow enough to get close to it with little hassel - to try and avoid it and I hear this scht noise. I get home and find the bugger has stratched it, git. It's not bad and nothing to worry about cause she's got a fair few scratches as is anyway. But still the twat must have saw me clearly in his mirrors, indicating that I was going right. Dad said he should have been in the other lane so it was all his fault. If it had been my Coupe (my future car) then I would have been yelling the house down but Jess is okay with it all.
Tuesday/Today - well I forgot that I had set my alarm when I went to sleep last night and I nearly sleep in but luckily wake up at 9:50. So I leg it around the house, get everything sorted and then get in the car and drive. Hardly any problems getting in, though i'm sweating like a pig, bar a stupid prat at South Gosforth Roundabouts pulling out too far to see past the other cars and completely ignoring me. He got the horn blared at him but wasn't even playing attention as I had to sweve out of his way. Stupid idiotic prat! I get into Uni and hand in all of my work and then go and check where the private study had to go in. Find out that I've accidentally handed it in at the wrong place and time but I'm not too fussed cause I can send an e-mail to Brian and tell him (which has been done) and I've still got the recite so if I get told off I can prove that I've handed it in.
So between prats driving, me sleeping in and then putting work in at the wrong place it has definately been an Hyundai adventure.
And parents are talking to each other and it's all blown over which I'm happy about
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