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even though this is only my second visit, why do all my posts have to deal with the law??? hahaha
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So i get the ticket and try to figure out how much it's going to be. I call the police department everyday for a SOLID month to figure it out. The week before my court date, the automated lady tells me that I can't just pay for the ticket...I HAVE to go to court.
I get to court, and the judge in session must have been having one of the BEST days of his life or something like that. Personally, I think his wife must've done "something" extra or something, but then again, that's just my opinion. Anyways, to make a long story short and get to the actual point of this blog, he says that instead of having to pay the ticket [which would have been $153] all I have to do is take 2 classes.
Well, this past Friday I go to the first of the two classes. The location [which I called a week ahead to check] was downtown off of Peachtree Steet. In my head, I'm thinking
"No big deal...cool beans."I get there when it's supposed to start, and the guy sitting there tells me it's at the other location.
"okay...the lady earlier this week told me it was here, but whatever"I hop back in the car with my lil sister and punch in the address to the other location. We drive, and drive, and drive. Along the way, our surroundings seem to progressively be getting worse...like
"ohhhhhh snap...we're in the ghetto"worse. We roll up the windows, lock the doors, drive with the music down low. You know, the stuff people normally do when they're driving through a bad area.
We arrive at the destination, and this is how I KNOW we were not in a good place. The name of the destination we were at was named "Bankhead DUI Classes."
"ohhhhh junk...stuff just got real"
Now mind you, I'm not here for a DUI class. I don't drink. This is just where the class I had to take was being given at. Anyways, I get in the class...30mins late and sit down. The people also in the class are as follows:
* the token white girl - she looked scared for her life. You could CLEARLY tell she was outta her elements. She looked like a fish out of water.
* the young black girl - she probably turned 16 two days ago. As usual of people her age, she was texting the ENTIRE time
* the pregnant black girl - she was hood. And her stomach was quite large. Like, she could probably go into labor next week or something
* the two thugs - now, one of the thugs didn't look that intimidating. We actually held a converstation for a lil bit during our break. The other thug was pretty legit. Like "I have a tear drop under my eye" legit. He may have killed someone before. [I kid, I kid]. He's probably why the white girl was so scard.
*the 'I shouldn't be here at all' black guy - according to him, he was too cool to be there. Also according to him, he shouldn't have been there in the first place. "The Man" was out to get him while he was going 3omph over the speed limit
So class ends, and while I'm outside waiting for my sis to come pick me back up, I take a gander around me and actually notice how bad the place is around me. It's terrible. I've been in the hood before, but dang...Bankhead is the forreal hood.
I say all of that to say this: I am NEVER getting another traffic ticket again....EVER. And shame on the FCPD for having my class where I could have possibly died.
....smh....
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