License to ki...er, drive
I did it! I did it, I did it!
On Friday afternoon, I, at 25 years old, passed my driver's test. I'm still in shock. After three failures, I had pretty much decided that maybe I just don't have an aptitude for driving. You know, not everybody drives. But I didn't WANT to be one of those people, so I made an appointment to try again. Got up fairly early on Friday and practiced parking with my Dad. I had my appointment at one at the Eagn center. My examiner was this chubby, pleasant-looking guy. The last examiner I had at Hastings was this cranky old bitch who acted like I was completely putting her out by making her test me, and criticized everything I did as we went along. I felt much more at ease with this guy, especially when I saw that he was using a pink clipboard with butterflies on it^-^. Amazingly, I did almost everything right. I struggled a little with parallel parking. I kind of had to wiggle in there, and I tapped the pole at the very last second when I pulled forwards. I was so afraid I'd blown it, but the guy told me we were going to "move on now." I have never been allowed to finish the course before. I always screwed up something major. The more I went along, the more excited I got. "I'm still here! I'm still going!" I couldn't believe it when I made it to the end. Then the guy evaluated how I'd done. "Well, you had some trouble parallel parking. You tapped the pole, but I'm not going to fail you for that." Oh, well, that was a relief. Then he said, "So you passed," and at first I thought he'd meant that I'd passed that particular section. But he directed me to go and fill out the license application, and I was stunned.
I'm so happy. I honestly didn't think I would ever be able to do this. I thought I was too dumb, or too oblivious, or too easily distracted. It makes me feel rather good about myself. I told everyone at work that night. My co-worker who'd known me since I was fifteen gave me a hug. It was awesome.
So, yeah. There's my first entry in well-nigh a year. I don't know if anyone still reads this anymore. This past year's just been sort of tough for me. I had to withdraw from all of my spring semester classes because they denied my financial aid, after fighting with administration forever. I've been struggling to find room for myself in this house. Work has been terrible; we've got a new supervisor and she makes work hell for everyone.
Basically, I've been feeling pretty bad about myself lately, like I can't do anything right. So I'm really excited that I finally was able to accomplish SOMETHING. It'll be awhile before I can make any long trips, but I really want to come up to Winona one day. I miss you, Tanya and Jerry! I want to see you both again.
On Friday afternoon, I, at 25 years old, passed my driver's test. I'm still in shock. After three failures, I had pretty much decided that maybe I just don't have an aptitude for driving. You know, not everybody drives. But I didn't WANT to be one of those people, so I made an appointment to try again. Got up fairly early on Friday and practiced parking with my Dad. I had my appointment at one at the Eagn center. My examiner was this chubby, pleasant-looking guy. The last examiner I had at Hastings was this cranky old bitch who acted like I was completely putting her out by making her test me, and criticized everything I did as we went along. I felt much more at ease with this guy, especially when I saw that he was using a pink clipboard with butterflies on it^-^. Amazingly, I did almost everything right. I struggled a little with parallel parking. I kind of had to wiggle in there, and I tapped the pole at the very last second when I pulled forwards. I was so afraid I'd blown it, but the guy told me we were going to "move on now." I have never been allowed to finish the course before. I always screwed up something major. The more I went along, the more excited I got. "I'm still here! I'm still going!" I couldn't believe it when I made it to the end. Then the guy evaluated how I'd done. "Well, you had some trouble parallel parking. You tapped the pole, but I'm not going to fail you for that." Oh, well, that was a relief. Then he said, "So you passed," and at first I thought he'd meant that I'd passed that particular section. But he directed me to go and fill out the license application, and I was stunned.
I'm so happy. I honestly didn't think I would ever be able to do this. I thought I was too dumb, or too oblivious, or too easily distracted. It makes me feel rather good about myself. I told everyone at work that night. My co-worker who'd known me since I was fifteen gave me a hug. It was awesome.
So, yeah. There's my first entry in well-nigh a year. I don't know if anyone still reads this anymore. This past year's just been sort of tough for me. I had to withdraw from all of my spring semester classes because they denied my financial aid, after fighting with administration forever. I've been struggling to find room for myself in this house. Work has been terrible; we've got a new supervisor and she makes work hell for everyone.
Basically, I've been feeling pretty bad about myself lately, like I can't do anything right. So I'm really excited that I finally was able to accomplish SOMETHING. It'll be awhile before I can make any long trips, but I really want to come up to Winona one day. I miss you, Tanya and Jerry! I want to see you both again.