Stupid stupid stupid stupid.
I am a moron.
It's Friday night, and I'm leaving my friend Brian's graduation party to go to Erik's graduation party. Kristina and Shannon are in the car with me, we're listening to the sweet sweet sounds of Spitalfield, and I turn around in a neighbor's driveway. As I'm reversing, something happens and I notice that I go a little faster than usual when reversing, and then I stop abruptly. "Woah, did I stomp on the breaks all of a sudden or something?" I wonder outloud. Kristina says, "No, I think you hit something. I've hit things before and I know what it feels like." Brian's neighborhood doesn't have curbs or sidewalks, so whatever I hit has to be in a yard.
The three of us look over our shoulders and see a big cement pole. My stomach drops. I (wishfully) say there's no way I hit that, because we definitely would've felt a bigger crunch. Shannon thinks that maybe I hit a bush around it. I'm desperately hoping that all I hit was a bush. I pull the car over, and we get out to inspect the bumper. No dents or signs that I hit a pole! We breathe sighs of relief until I see a fire hydrant next to the pole, look closer at the bumper, and sure enough there's a little pentagon shaped hole in the bumper. I backed into a fire hydrant and it put a hole in the bumper. Well it's not so much a hole, it looks more like a pentagon shaped recess.
"I hit a fire hydrant!" I start to freak and contemplate ways I can fix it before I get home. We get in the car and go to Erik's, and I'm a wreak. I probably shouldn't have been driving since I was so nervous. Did I mention that I was driving my mom's car? And that I'm the first kid in my family to hit something? And I've only had my license for 6 or 7 weeks? And my dad definitley will not react kindly to this? The whole car ride we try to think of ways to fix it at Erik's, and when we get to Erik's I ask some friends how bad they think it is. My science teacher, Mr. Jupp, was there and said it wasn't that bad, and my Bible teacher, Mr. Dennison, said we'd need to replace the bumper and it would cost me $500. Although some friends said it was a really nice pentagon.
I got home from Erik's late at night so I didn't see my parents until the next morning. My dad was busy working on something at home, so I told my mom when we were waiting for my grandparents at their hotel. She freaked, and basically told me that I was stupid and my dad will kill me. I didn't get a chance to tell my dad until this afternoon.
Dundundundun. "I backed into a fire hydrant," I nervously tell him as he's getting some musterd from the refrigerator.
"You what?"
"I backed into a fire hydrant."
"What does that mean?"
"That there's a little pentagon shaped hole-ish thing in the bumper."
"Don't you look behind you when you back up?"
"Yeah, but I didn't see it."
My dad gives me a disappointed/annoyed/I-can't-believe-you-did-something-that-stupid look, gets his mustard, and fixes his hamburger. That's it. He hasn't even talked to me about it yet. When my dad gets really mad, he gets really quiet, and it's the most nerve wracking thing. So now I'm waiting, and my stomach is sinking.
I can't believe I backed into a fire hydrant. I feel so horrible and stupid.
In better news, I graduated on Thursday! It was so great, and my speech went ok. Now I'm having fun going to graduation parties. Hopefully I'll go see Spitalfield later this week if my dad doesn't decide to put me under house arrest.