Character Improvement Clinic

Tired of sitting in this room, no bigger than a typical classroom. Sitting in a metal chair, sharing a small wooden table with two others. I haven’t found a real reason why i’m here, suffering in this mini-hell with twenty-six other bad drivers in the room. I wouldn’t wish this class upon my greatest enemies, in fear of retaliation of a similar malice. As the clock ticks, i can’t help but to feel anxiety coursing through my veins, with little hope to leave this place in one piece. Before long, this all purpose room in a local school has become my prison cell. The clock struck twelve. Before i had a chance to react, the instructor scooted us out of the room for fourty-five minutes. At last, freedom. Thoughts bolted through my mind: Where can i go? What can i do? Who could i meet? and before i could think another thought, my 45 minutes were up. They were wasted. Back into my prison cell i climbed, with my head weighed down with thoughts of what i could have done, but i couldn’t make up my mind. Back in that chair i sat. The thoughts of why i’m still here in this place still consumes my brain. Logic begins to invade my mind, making my attitude even worse. THen, my thoughts are interrupted by the realization that i have yet to bring my bad attitude to my God. I cry out, asking why, asking how this could possibly help my driving. Before long i got an answer. The answer was nothing. This class has absolutely nothing to do with my driving. My life is pact full of activities, worries, people, work and school. I leave so little time for me to just exist. To have nobody counting on me but myself, nobody expecting my attention. In this time my thoughts are able to be meditated upon, and given the proper attention they require and deserve. God’s given me peace about this class. The next four hours are going to fly by, and i’m going to let my body rest in God. 

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