Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Velyka-Bahachka is like riding a rollercoaster. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life’s got other plans. So, let me spill the tea on this wild ride.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Alarm didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed like a cat on fire. Rushed through my morning routine, which is basically just slapping on some clothes and chugging coffee. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got caffeine, am I right?
So, I hop in my trusty old car, a beat-up Lada that’s seen better days. I call her “Baba Yaga” because she’s got character. I zoom down Shevchenka Street, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Seriously, Velyka-Bahachka’s roads are like a game of Mario Kart. You gotta be quick or you’ll end up in a ditch.
My first student of the day is this kid named Oleg. Sweet kid, but man, he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We’re cruising down Haharina Street, and I’m trying to teach him about merging. He’s just staring at the pigeons. Like, dude, focus! I’m yelling, “Oleg! The road! Not the birds!” He finally snaps back to reality, but then he slams on the brakes. I almost faceplanted into the dashboard.
After that, I needed a breather. So, I pulled over at the park near the river. It’s a nice spot, you know? The Dnipro River flows by, and the view is pretty chill. I took a moment to breathe, but then I see this old lady feeding ducks. She’s got a whole bag of bread, and those ducks are going wild. I’m talking full-on quacking chaos. I couldn’t help but laugh. Life’s simple pleasures, right?
Next up, I had a lesson with a girl named Katya. She’s a bit more serious, but she’s got this fierce determination. We hit the road again, and she’s nailing it. I’m like, “Yes! Finally, someone who gets it!” But then, outta nowhere, a cat darts across the street. Katya freaks out, swerves, and we end up on the sidewalk. I’m clutching the “oh crap” handle, praying we don’t hit a tree.
After that heart attack, I needed a snack. I swung by this little café on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. They’ve got the best pastries. I grabbed a couple of pirozhki, stuffed with potatoes and mushrooms. Heaven in my mouth, I tell ya! I sat outside, watching the world go by. Velyka-Bahachka is such a vibe. People chatting, kids playing, and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s Oleg again. He’s lost. Like, how do you get lost in a small town? I had to go rescue him. I found him wandering near the market, looking like a lost puppy. I was like, “Dude, you’re supposed to be driving, not sightseeing!”
Finally, I wrapped up my day with a lesson for a couple of older folks. They were hilarious! They kept arguing about who was the better driver. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. They were bickering like an old married couple. “I drove in Kyiv, you know!” “Yeah, but I parallel parked in Lviv!” I couldn’t take it anymore. I said, “Guys, you’re in Velyka-Bahachka now. Let’s just focus on not hitting the fence!”
By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy. Velyka-Bahachka, with its quirky streets and colorful characters, never fails to surprise me. I love this place, even with its potholes and crazy drivers. It’s home, you know?
So, I drove back, feeling grateful. Tomorrow’s another day, another adventure. Can’t wait to see what Velyka-Bahachka throws at me next!