May 29th, 2002

Hello, all!

Sorry that it took so long to get my journal up-and-going at a minimal level, but here I am.

Well. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Randy McDonald. 22, a Prince Edward Islander, an aspiring academic with a BA (English, Anthropology majors) under his belt and who's going for a History minor and an Honours conversion for English next year, and--well, I'll say more shortly.


"More," they cried out, "more!"


Today, I got my instruction permit. It's my third time I've gone for it. (100% on sign-recognition, 92% on the questions.)

The first time, I was 16 and I didn't want to do it. I got an excuse to opt out when I lapsed into depression (again) and just kept rescheduling the driving practice.

The second time was last April, when I was 21. I liked it, and I practiced driving with Dad over the summer, but it just ... lapsed. It was school, it was my growing (yet inchoate) concern over the future, it was the distraction of 9/11 ... Let's just say that it expired at the end of April.

This is the third time, and I want it. I really do want it, and I will get it.

I suppose I'm just entering my adolescence now, that my life has entered the right stage. That, well, it's natural now, not forced as it was earlier.


Griffen: Yes, I've been assimilated. And I like it. :-P

Darren: Never mind apologizing for past faults that don't exist, what matters is the fine gift you gave me. :-)

Kay: I don't know, but let's start a ritual or something. ;-)

Halford: Thanks for wondering. I _am_ doing fine--I've told my sister, she's reacted quite well, and I think I know how to tell the parents. I think ...

So: All in all it's daunting, but going fairly well. I think.