I drove to class this morning because I’m not staying at my own apartment and don’t know the bus routes from where I am. There was traffic, of course, and I was exhausted. I really think that driving while tired is probably similar to driving drunk. I felt so unsafe. There was whole periods of like ten or fifteen seconds that my eyes would glaze over or even close, and then I would jerk myself back to reality and a rush of fear would come over me because, really, anything could have happened in those ten seconds. I tried most of the strategies I could think of to keep me awake: I called my boyfriend (woke him up), slapped myself in the face, rolled down the window, turned up the radio, and sang. I eventually made it to the parking garage without killing myself or anyone else, praise God. But THEN, I was so out of it and so anxious to get to class that I just started crossing streets without really looking at what was coming. I almost stepped right in the path of a moving MetroRail train. Thankfully, the pedestrians (who were Metro workers) on the other side of the tracks called out to me and got me to stop; unfortunately I had to stop in the middle of a street with oncoming traffic approaching, which was awkward. Then, as I crossed, the Metro workers proceeded to look at me like I was an idiot. I probably would have too. I’m not an idiot, I just need some more sleep. But while I’m making confessions, I will say that I text while driving too much, and I hereby publicly resolve to quit! OK, and I do on occasion read while driving, which is probably not good either. So there are my guilty pleas; feel free to share your thoughts.
June 15, 2007