Road Tests Suck 8/20/2001
Damn. Six days have passed since my last entry? That's crazy. I was planning to do a little countdown; I'd write a little entry every day up until the day I leave but I guess that theory is shot. I'm leaving in two days.
I took my road test on August 16th, in Brentwood. I passed. Don't ask me how, I messed up so badly. I did well in the beginning. I used my blinker and made sure the woman saw me look when I was pulling away from the curb. I got to this "all way" stop sign five seconds later. According to what I was taught, whoever gets to an all way stop sign first gets to go. Problem was, four cars including mine basically arrived to this one stop sign at the same time. I was mking a right, so I just figured "What the hell" and ended up going first. I was driving waayy too close to the double yellow for a few seconds. I almost went over the speed limit. The speed limit was 30; I think I was doing 29. I made an incredibly sharp right turn that she probably could have (or did) take major points off. The parallel park was a disaster. The car was tiny and facing forward. It was on a flat straight street. For whatever reason, my parallel parking abilities failed me. I'm in the middle of the parallel park, with my car at a 45 degree angle, and this monster red truck speeds up behind me and starts honking. I ended up backing up too much and I tapped the curb. I think at that point I was seriously considering giving into my overwhelming urge to vomit. I asked the woman, "Can I start over?" Amazingly, she says, "Yeah. You can start over with this car, or we can find another one." I started over with the same car and nailed the parallel park. Hell's yeah, baby! Except I had garbage cans behind me and was rather boxed in. I had to make three adjustments in order to get out of the space. After that it just went all downhill. I forgot to put my blinker on when I was making a left turn. At the end, she says, "Well, you passed." I didn't hear anything she said after that, although it was probably important. I came out of the car crying and shaking. As you can see, I don't deal with stress well. Actually, I don't deal with it at all, I just cry. Not good. Anyway, so that was my small and rare stroke of really good luck.
Until later
Artist
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