April 14, 2000

I was in such a hurry to get to school today that I side-swiped a city bus...

And didn't stop.

I didn't want to tell Steve. I walked with Mark, Jesse, and Amanda to my German class, (after I'd discovered that I'd rushed to HTML class all for nothing). I didn't see Steve walk up behind me as I spoke to the other three. Steve put his arms around me. He spoke softly. I didn't want him mad at me, and I was so afraid that he was.

Mark stepped back, and Steve held my hand. He assured me that he wasn't mad. He said I'd been scared, and I was too afraid to stop. And I couldn't stop the accident from occurring in the first place.

Mark met me after class. He walked with me back to my car. He was concerned about my arm. It's been a little sore today. Mark checked my arm in the ladies room. He found no bruises. He says it's a muscle problem and that it should pass.

He said something was affecting my gait. So I told him about my lower back pain. Mark's going to check it out better later. For now, he told me to rest this weekend.

The mirror on the passenger's door is cracked.