Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Sainte-Savine is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but. First off, I hit the road on Rue de la République. Classic move, right? But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday, not a Saturday! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, watchin’ the clock tick away. My first student, Marie, is gonna be late. And she’s a newbie. Great. Just great. Finally, I get to the meeting spot, the little café on Place de la Mairie. I’m already sweating bullets. Marie shows up, all flustered. “Sorry, sorry!” she says. I’m like, “No worries, just don’t hit anything, okay?” We hop in the car, and I can feel the tension. She’s nervous, I’m nervous. Perfect combo. We start cruisin’ down Rue de la Liberté. I’m tryin’ to keep it light. “So, Marie, ever seen a car do a backflip?” She laughs, but I can tell she’s not really in the mood for jokes. I mean, who would be? But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to play chicken with us. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. Marie slams the brakes, and I’m like, “Chill! It’s just a bird!” But she’s freakin’ out. “What if I hit it?” I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Girl, it’s a pigeon, not a unicorn.” We finally get past the feathered menace, and I’m thinkin’, “Okay, we survived that.” But then, we hit Rue de la Paix, and it’s like a whole new level of chaos. Cars everywhere, people jaywalking like it’s a sport. I’m shoutin’, “Watch out for that guy!” and Marie’s like, “Where?!” At this point, I’m half-laughing, half-crying. I mean, who knew teaching driving could be this wild? We finally pull over, and I’m like, “Let’s take a breather.” We grab some water from a nearby boulangerie. Best croissant ever, by the way. I’m munching away, and Marie’s like, “I thought this was a driving lesson, not a snack break.” I’m like, “Hey, you gotta fuel up, right?” After the snack break, we hit the road again. This time, we’re on Rue des Écoles. I’m feelin’ a bit more relaxed. But then, guess what? A dog runs into the street! I’m like, “Marie, don’t panic!” But she panics. We swerve, and I’m just praying we don’t end up in the Seine. Finally, we make it back to the café. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh. “You survived!” I tell her. She’s grinning ear to ear. “I didn’t hit anything!” she says. I’m like, “That’s the spirit!” But wait, the day’s not over. I get a call from my boss. “We need you to cover another lesson.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But I can’t say no. So, I head over to Rue de la Gare. This time, it’s a guy named Lucas. He’s chill, but he’s got this crazy idea that he can drift. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t Fast and Furious!” We’re driving around, and he’s trying to show off. I’m sweating bullets again. “Just drive normally!” I shout. But he’s all about the thrill. Finally, I just pull over and say, “Look, man, let’s not end up on the evening news, okay?” By the end of the day, I’m wiped out. I’m driving home, thinking about all the craziness. Sainte-Savine is wild, man. From the pigeons to the traffic jams, it’s a whole vibe. I love this city, but some days, it’s like a circus. So, yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!