Milking It One More Time
How many times can I use my get-a-DL experiences in my blog? One more time, please. So I took and passed the driving test. Now I have a license to drive. That's the short story.
The longer story:
When we started off, my examiner, a very gentle man with a slight Caribbean accent, asked why I was nervous. WHY WAS I NERVOUS? I wanted to PASS. I did not want to come back to the Department of Safety at 7:30 in the morning and wait in line for over 40 minutes to get a number so I could wait in my car for another 20 minutes for an examiner to greet us. Of course, my husband had to drive me, so we were both waiting.
I drove around the area, with my examiner in the passenger seat. He told me to turn, to stop, to parallel park. I turned, I stopped, I parallel parked. I was judged a very good driver who does not follow directions very well. Accurate enough. I turned the wrong direction twice, and slammed on the brakes for a fast stop, when all he wanted was a stop. But it said on the form that they wanted a quick stop. And the manual said I wasn't supposed to cross a double yellow line to make a turn.
I am pleased to say that my score was 90 out of 100. I am surprised at how pleased I am. All that school training, I suppose. The last scored test I took was for getting a NYC teaching license. I remember thinking: this is the LAST TEST. Guess not.
But this is the last entry on this topic. I promise.
3 comments:
Congratulations! I think it's a milestone. Not the test (so much), but the identity as a citizen of Texas. I held on to my Cal DL for YEARS because I couldn't completely commit to the idea of being a New Yorker. Took about 13 years. I had a god picture on my CDL, and NY made me take off my glasses and my hair was all bad (not to mention the whole aging thing that happens in 13 years). Celebrate Ms. Texas, with a three point turn!.
xoxo, d.
No, I didn't have a "god" picture. It was merely good.
d.
I saw the "Peace on Earth, Goodwill Toward Men" car driving down Lamar Blvd near 15th St. It made me laugh and reminded me of you your prior post. It is an old beat up white car with an equally old beat up hippie dude smoking a joint while driving.
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