Clifford the little red truck

My dad has been trying to get me to drive a manual transmission for the last six years. He made the mistake of trying to teach me in his Toyota, which had a tricky clutch, and I was too freaked out by stalling every ten seconds to want to continue trying, so I only occasionally gave in to a lesson and drove around the neighborhood. On Monday however I walked out my front door and was confronted with the fact that the only cars left at my house were the two trucks (both are stick shifts) and if I wanted to get to the library ( the library is the most relaxing, comfortable place in the world) I would have to pass through numerous stop lights while operating a manual transmission. I made to the library and back without stalling once, although I'm sure if anyone saw me they thought I was crazy because I screamed every time I shifted gears without mishap. I was even able to find the lights in my moms truck and didn't forget to turn them off when I got home. Yeah for me!!!