I loathe the MVD. For those of you who don't know what MVD stands for, it's Motivation for Violent Destruction. No wait, it's Malevolent Vicious Dictators. Sorry, third time's the charm, it's Motor Vehicle Department. About a month ago I passed my driving test. I had done some stuff with a driving school to lower my insurance and at the end of the course I passed a driving test with them. All I had to do was pick up my license from the MVD. Therein lies the problem. The MVD is evil and that means that the process of getting my license (which should have taken maybe fifteen minutes) took two-and-a-half weeks This was mainly due to the fact that I had rehearsals for our play every single weekday until 4:45 pm and the MVD is only open weekdays from 8:00-5:00. This in and of itself does not make them evil. What does is the fact that today, when I had no rehearsal and had ample time to get to the MVD and pick up my license, they informed me that I needed both of my parents there in order to get my license. For those of you worrying about getting yours in the future, this is only because my parents are divorced and have joint custody of me. They informed me of this at 4:55 after I had filled out all of the necessary paperwork. In short, I didn't get my license today. UGH!
On to better things. As many of you who actually bother to read my blog will know, I am home-schooled. I attend Chandler High School for my elective subjects only. This means that I have not taken a "normal" class at Chandler High in about two-and-a-half years. I forgot something. I love being smug. I love being that annoying kid in class who knows the answer and makes sure that everybody else knows that they know the answer. You see, I am taking our schools ToK (Theory of Knowledge) class this year as one of my electives. This class is a necessary requirement for the I.B. Diploma. Of course, I'm just taking it for kicks. now, everyone in that class is pretty smart. Heck, a lot of them are much smarter than I am. However, it still feels nice to know something sometimes.
I sometimes wonder if the criminal justice system works like it does on television. I mean, I have never seen any kind of cop show, lawyer show, or show that combines the two (i.e. Law and Order) that does not include an ending in which there is no doubt in the viewers mind about the defendant's innocence or guilt. I really wonder if cops get as much evidence in real life as they do on television. I also wonder if lawyers create as good an argument for their clients in real life as they do on television. Somehow, I just don't think so.'
Woefully still needing a permit,