Driving

I'm at that age where I can technically get my license, but I happen to be a person who hates driving. Sure there's the thrill and convenience and w/e, but I'd really prefer a chauffeur with a limousine. Today I had to drive to school, which is on the other side of the city/town/village/hell hole which I currently reside. Given that I was up writing my essay last night, you can imagine how frustrating it was for me. I finished my essay at 5.48am, then I had to wake by 7. I might as well have forgone sleep. I didn't feel particularly tired, but it is as if someone is pounding the insides of my head.

The worst part of the driving experience was driving with Dad. He is a reeeal pain. Sometimes I appreciate it, as it is the only time where he shows concern for my well-being, but most of the time I wish he'd just stfu. At every single turn he told me to slow down, ignoring the fact that I had already slowed down before he'd said anything. "Okay, take your foot off the accelerator... okay now hit the breaks... yes go slowly, watch your speed." See, that sounds fine, except it was repeated at EVERY TURN. What was more infuriating was the fact that he kept on telling me to speed up when other cars overtook me. YES I drive slowly, BECAUSE I LACK DRIVING EXPERIENCE AND DON'T WANT TO KILL MYSELF. It's like he thinks we're in a racing game or something... Then when I actually DID speed up, he'd tell me off for going over the speed limit. I could have a flipped a table.

Some of his instructions are just the most--- I don't even know how to describe it. Here's what he said:
"Alright put your foot on the break. Okay now accelerate."
Oh okay Dad, I'll just--- NO. Fuck, I feel like I'm being trolled, but why would Dad do that when I'M the
 one driving the car? Mum says I should just ignore him, but then what's the point of having him as a driving instructor?

...I have to drive to school tomorrow as well. I really do hate driving. FML.