I had a dream that week:
I’m driving in the city, alone. I conduct terribly, accidents do not happen only because others have time to react, and not I - to do something. I drive from the next bridge to the shore, almost entering the opposite stream, I brake, but I have time to scare the driver, he crashes and almost crashes into the car in the neighboring row.
And then I realize that I am not in a cozy iron box - a car, but on a bicycle, and the opposite stream of 3/4 - dinosaurs. The hungry.
That’s all you need to know about my attitude to motor school and upcoming exams.