Upon returning home from school, I found myself a much, much different driver. I had a pretty bad case of... road rage. Yes, it's true. And although I swear to you that the drivers are actually slower than when I left, there is still no valid excuse for screaming/ hitting the dashboard/ tailgaiting/ rolling your eyes (and head and maybe throwing up one's hands) ridiculously obviously.
So, I decided from now on I will only be listening to the classical station in the car. Who knew that would mean Mozart, Strauss, and Tchaikovsky (yes I spelled that correctly of my own recollection , along with the names of other men whose music I learned to love in my first semester at BYU?
I kinda love it.
Self Experimentation
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