Up at 7 AM and dressed by 7:30 AM, I began my journey to the BMV to take my driving test. The night before I prepared my hair to be curly and cute so my driver's license would be the cutest legal picture I would own fpr the next four years. With hope in my heart, butterflies in my stomach and God with me, I claimed my license before it was in my possession. Before signing up to take the test, I was given the warning to avoid a short haired woman who failed everyone who came in her path. I was also praying if I did have her, that she would allow me to maneuver to the right as opposed to the left when it came to the cone test. To my luck, she was the one who would be administering my test. Worst of all, her supervisor came along without my permission (bummer). I spent the entire month preparing for this day, only to realize I may not have been ready. But that didn't stop me. Once in the car, we began the maneuverability test. She allowed me to go to the right of the cone and back into the space without hitting any cones. During practice trials, I got this correct. However, when it came to the test, I didn't do as well. All because the officer's supervisor kept making comments like "you're about to hit the cone" "STOP!" But the one that killed me the most was when she said I hit a cone and i didn't hit it nor did the officer agree that I hit it yet I still got points marked for it. After failing the maneuverability test, we moved onto the road test. I did GREAT on that part. At least I thought. The supervisor would ask "why are you so calm?" I don't think it would make sense to be nervous and kill us all. Once we pulled back into the BMV, the officer told me "you turned on red and that's an automatic fail." Really? REALLY? In the handbook, it says if you stop and look both ways on a red light, you may turn as long as there isn't a sign. I did JUST that. However, it didn't matter. We walked back in and the man scheduling and signing people in said with sadness, "your next driving exam is August 6th. Pick a time." He said this as if he knew she failed me. I wouldn't be surprised though. This is the same woman who failed my father 30 years ago, my cousin 15 years ago and my friend's mom 25 years ago.
I failed my driving test today by 5 points.
But that's not why I'm mad.
Nope. I'm not mad at that.
I'm mad because my hair wasn't flawless...
I would have refused to take my license picture with half uncurly hair.
Welcome to my life lol.
♥
Reisha
