It’s that time of year.

You know, the time when you just want to pull your hair out at the roots and scream until you pass out? I honestly feel like I’m digging a hole and someone is just pouring dirt on top of me and helping me bury myself under all this stuff.

I got in an accident a couple of weeks ago, something I’ve beaten myself up about for a while. No insult could result in the beating I gave myself. The accident resulted in a court date, which turned out well. I have to do nine hours of community service and take a defensive driving class.

The accident happened right in front of the high school, so there was no escaping the humiliation from everyone else. Added with that, I had my best friend Brandi in the car. She went to the hospital with back pains and went home a little sore. I walked a little shaken up, but that was it.

The car I hit was an SUV about the same color as mine. I felt terrible about the whole thing. I was told I didn’t do much damage to the other car, but the pieces I picked up after the wreck told a different story. I never knew the name of the lady who was driving the SUV, but if she were to read this I would say I’m terribly sorry, and I hope she had her car fixed.

The lady had two kids in the car which broke my heart, because I hit the front passenger side. I could’ve hit the back passenger where the kids were. We were all very lucky no one was hurt and it could’ve been a lot worse. The road was slick and the damage was done, but we both drove away even though our cars were beaten and broken, we were OK.

There was also another accident that day in front of the Bullard cemetery. I’d like to let those people know that they weren’t alone, I hope that everyone was all right, and they are in our newspaper staff’s prayers.