It was 8 PM on Monday and I had just finished a meeting with my group for my MIS (Management Information Systems) class. I was in a hurry to get back home so I could study for my economics test the next day, but oh wait, I had to go back to Jester Market to buy a blue book for the test and a pen…that’s right…I’m in school and don’t have a pen. So I go down the huge hill and get my pen and blue book, and start going back up the giant hill.

I’m pretty relaxed and not in a hurry to get back to studying now and am just cruising. I stop at the stop light and debate whether I should go through the red repeatedly, but because of my paranoia and fear of cops, I decide otherwise. The light turns green and I’m going pretty fast…1st gear…2nd gear…3rd gear…4th gear…CRASH.

Let’s step back. I come up to the first stop sign and there’s a black Ford Ranger truck that just pulls up. The truck stops and I check his lights…no blinker. So I decide I don’t need to stop at the stop sign, the truck is going straight….