So my mandatory court ordered my classes to start tonight. I am so no looking forward to it. This is how I think it's going to go: we are all going to be seated in a circle and some big, tall, muscular guy who looks like he's a marine sargeant will be yelling and screaming at us about the dangers of drinking and driving. They may even make us all stand up, one by one, and give our stories. (SO hope this doesn't happen. I panic when I'm required to speak in public.) We are going to have to hear about all these real stories of drunk drivers who have killed innocent children by their stupid actions. I am going to be sitting there feeling like the biggest idiot and feeling GUILTY for something I never did wrong. I might even cry. So not fair. I have never drank and driven in my entire life. I am simply not that damn stupid. I won't even drink a single glass of wine and get in a car and drive. I'm too paranoid. Yet I will be sitting there with a bunch of totally irresponsible people who drove drunk and got caught. The class is for two hours. I won't be getting home till eight thirty tonight. The classes are for six weeks. I am usually so dead tired at the end of the work day and having to do anything after work totally stresses me out. At least these classes aren't forever. My boyfriend, who is one of the biggest optimists on this planet, insists that everything happens for a reason. He is telling me that something good is going to come from this. Who knows, maybe I'll meet a friend? I really don't know. All I know is, I really don't wanna go!