Flat tires and pulled over

This weekend was eventful. It was filled with random activities that created pride or utter frustration.
Good things first, I changed my flat tire nearly completely by myself. I am not a damsel in distress. I had the car jacked up, and the nuts, blots, and rim off the car by the time my Dad came to help me. Needless to say, he was surprised I even knew where all the necessities where in the trunk. So basically, I'm pretty proud of ME-self.
Bad things second. After going to see Captain America and dropping my friend Amy off at home, I got a flashing of red and blue lights behind me.  It's understandable that I'm uneasy with cops, but this time I wasn't nervous. Mostly, because I honestly had no idea what I could have done wrong. The lady cop asked me if I knew why she pulled me over? She said I blew through the stop sign to get out of Amy's neighborhood.
Seriously?! I got pulled over for not stopping at a stop sign.
I was even more surprised when the lady give me a warning 1. Since when have cops ever been nice to me. 2. I'm so blessed. 3. I would have been very angry if I had gotten a ticket for rolling through a stop sign. 4. I always get pulled over for dumb things like "not stopping before the stop sign" or things like that.
In the end, I am very grateful this last weekend is over. It was sweet listening to #ldsconf and the prophet, but those other activities wore me out. Here is to pushing through the next month until I graduate. Then I will can be called Master Rachel :)