Any dwindling hopes I might’ve had to fit in, to be one of the guys, to somehow bond with my classmates, was shot down on Monday when I aced the first of the nine (9?) tests (seven written and two driving) required to get my CDL and drive these big motherfuckers.
Actually, it wasn’t the acing of the stupid test- it was the instructor telling the ENTIRE class that I was the only one who’d done it that finally and definitively sunk me.
Hooded eyes slashed at me and tattooed knuckles wrenched calloused hands and I thought, Oh just fucking super.
Thanks sooooo much.
Hello segregated loneliness.
Man I hope I don’t get beat up.