Yeah that's right. I graduated from just SITTING on the bike, and sometimes riding BEHIND someone to actually being the person on the bike. SO EXCITING. So nervous. That's a lot of weight and responsibility. And if it falls on me, I'm the one with the crushed leg. But it didn't fall, I barely even stalled it (well, only about 4 or 5 times!). I'll have a nice but not major bruise on my leg from having to kick start the bike, and not doing it all that well...but MAN - how fun is this.
I only rode around in circles, and only in first and second. I wanted to end my first lesson on a good note, rather than feeling overwhelmed and failing at something. My stomach was all in knots, but man was I ever having fun!
So begins the saga of Deb getting her license. You saw me with my learners, now you see me on the bike, hopefully soon you'll see me cheering because I have my license!
I've got more posts to post, but I'll leave it at this for now!
YAY!
Oh yeah, and as a side note: Kids - do NOT ride in only shorts and a t-shirt UNLESS you are only riding in very slow circles around a parking lot. Otherwise - always wear proper riding gear! You should know better!! (and now you do!)
8 comments:
WOO HOO! That is awesome! I;m so excited that you are going to be a biker chick. Now you just need to deck out your bike with black tassels and start wearing a bandana everever you go and the transition will be complete. (oh, and keep learning to ride the bike.)
Yes, because black tassels and a bandanna as I ride slowly in first gear around a parking lot just isn't as impressive, I know...
hey, you never gave me a chance to guess!
a student likes to play "guess what" with me, and I guess the most ludicrous things I can until she gets tired.
"Guess what, Rob!"
"Your elbows are growing teeth."
"You discovered your hidden superpower of rearranging your freckles to spell words."
"You climbed a tree yesterday using only your teeth."
"You can eat fourteen pounds of raw fish and still be hungry."
"You have one hair that grows twelve centimeters a day!"
and so forth.
being a biker chick is way cooler than being a sk8r boi. The most badass image I've managed to convey so far is "the tall one who's making faces at the little kids", which doesn't really compare. I'm Rob Schneider to your James Dean, Paris Hilton to your Audrey Hepburn, world traveller to your high school teacher. (oops. how'd that one get in there?)
see you soon my sister!
That's a high school DRAMA teacher (which is just way cooler than a NORMAL teacher...right guys? Right?... come on...how come nobody's answering me? GUYS...)
yeah. that's true. drama teachers are allowed to wear daishikis and dreadlocks and things, while math teachers need to wear khaki. (in the last year of your Math teachable PDP, there's a course called "we've already taught you WAY more math than your high school students will ever understand, so here's a three credit course about button downs, polo shirts, and khakis with belts that don't match your shoes 460"
btw: the link won't let me to to brad's blog page. it says it can't find the server. Do you have that trouble too?
Which link, Rob? I recently changed the format of my site, but everything should be working hunky dory now. If not, I'm going to need to track it down...
My role as a code jockey, cubicle junky is way less dorky than a-- uh, an-- er... Hey! Look over there!
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