Cher: So, how did I do?
DMV Tester: How’d you do? Well, let’s just see shall we? You can’t park, you can’t change lanes, you can’t make right hand turns, you damaged private property and you almost killed someone. Off hand, I’d say you failed.
So today was the driving test.
And I failed again.
And sobbed my heart out like a little kid…
I had literally worked my butt off, paid attention, worked on my manoevers, practised, practised, practised…and I did even worse this time around.
Cher: You can’t be the absolute and final word on drivers’ licenses?
Driving Instructor: Girlie, as far as you’re concerned, I am the messiah of the DMV.
I think I’ve found the problem though. I freak out in driving tests. My legs go to jelly, my brain goes to mush, I panic like you wouldn’t believe.
I’ve never worked so hard at something in my life and still failed so utterly at the end.
Cher: I felt impudent and out of control. Which I really, really hate. I had to find sanctuary in a place where I could gather my thoughts and regain my strength…
I am so mad at my stupidity right now.
Hope your days are going much, much better!