defensive driving

So yeah...got my first speeding ticket the other day - 45 in a 35. Yeah, I know...I always hoped my first speeding ticket would be for something cool - like 97 in a 40 or something like that...you know, one of those outrageous tickets with a really good story to go along with it. But no, mine was nothing like that. I just simply thought the speed limit was 40, thought 45 wasn't that big of a deal, and then got a ticket. Woo-hoo, for that. I think the officer really just wanted to give tickets too. His excuse - "Well, there's a bunch of new freshman walking around and we have to be careful this time of year." Oh give me a break. Freshman are like what...18 years old - old enough to walk on the sidewalk and cross a street. If you can't do that by 18, do you really need to be at University? I'm not so sure about that. Anyways...now I'm doing defensive driving. Actually, I'm trying to do it. It nearly puts me to sleep every time I log onto it. However, last night I did have some comedic relief when I read the following statements:

"So even if you are in the midst of the most consuming temper tantrum, do yourself and everyone else a favor: step back from your all-encompassing emotions and recognize you have a problem."

On having a designated driver - "It encourages one person in a carload of drinkers to abstain from drinking, while the others can become drunk as skunks."

"...switching lanes every few seconds at twice the posted speed limit may remind them of glorious moments on the footnball field."

"It is bettwe to blow ten minutes than the rest of your life."

"The natural impulse may be to brake sharply for that little kitten, but the Mack truck behind you could make road kill out of both you and the kitten."

Whoa, this is seriously some great literature...good job Texas Education Agency.