Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Mykolaivka is like riding a rollercoaster. Buckle up, ‘cause this ride’s gonna be wild!
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the chaos. Mykolaivka’s streets are buzzing. I mean, who needs coffee when you got the sound of honking cars on Haharina Street? Seriously, it’s like a symphony of madness. I grab my stuff and head out, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game.
First lesson of the day. Young dude, maybe 18, fresh outta school. He’s all nervous, hands shaking on the wheel. We’re cruisin’ down Shevchenka Street, and I’m tryin’ to keep it chill. But then, BAM! A cat darts outta nowhere! I’m like, “Dude, watch out!” He slams the brakes, and we’re skidding. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna be a cat murderer.” But the cat? Just strolls away like it owns the place. I’m like, “What the heck, man? You’re lucky!”
After that, we hit the roundabout near the park. You know, the one by the fountain? Yeah, that one. I’m tryin’ to explain how to navigate it, but this kid’s lookin’ at me like I’m speaking Martian. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a circle! Go around!” He finally gets it, and we’re off. I’m feelin’ like a proud parent, ya know?
Next up, we head to the market on Kostiantynivska Street. I’m thinkin’ we’ll grab some snacks. I mean, who can resist those fresh pastries? But nooo, this kid’s all about the driving. I’m like, “Dude, we can’t just drive all day! Life’s about balance!” He’s like, “But I wanna be a pro!” I’m like, “Yeah, but you gotta eat too!”
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady crosses the street. I swear, she’s like a ninja. One minute she’s there, next minute she’s gone. I’m yellin’, “Watch out!” but the kid’s too busy staring at her. I’m like, “Focus, man! You’re not in a movie!”
Finally, we hit the main square. It’s packed! People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my sanity. I see my buddy Vasyl, and he’s like, “Hey, you still alive?” I’m like, “Barely, man! You should see my day!”
Then, the kid gets a bit cocky. We’re at a red light, and he’s revving the engine. I’m like, “Chill, dude! This ain’t Fast and Furious!” But he’s all about that street cred. Light turns green, and he takes off like a rocket. I’m holdin’ on for dear life, thinkin’, “This is how I die.”
We finally pull over, and I’m like, “Dude, you gotta chill. Driving’s not a race.” He’s like, “But it felt awesome!” I’m like, “Yeah, but so does not crashing!”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. Mykolaivka’s streets have chewed me up and spit me out. But you know what? I love it. The chaos, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s what makes this city feel alive.
So, I head home, and I’m thinkin’ about that cat. I hope it’s okay. And I’m also thinkin’ about how tomorrow’s another day. Another round of craziness. Bring it on, Mykolaivka! I’m ready for ya!