Friday afternoon I had my practical driving test, take 2. I was not near as nervous this time. My test was at half three and I think it was really good it was later. Last time I had to rush straight from work and I think that made me more stressed. Instead, this time I got to meet Tom for a lovely picnic at the park in the warm sunshine before my test.
There had been loads of drama in the morning though. We got back from fashion week late on Thursday and when I went to get the documents I needed for the test I couldn't find them! I looked everywhere. I swore I had put them in my bedside table drawer, but they weren't there. Eventually it was late so I had to just go to bed. I set my alarm for 6am, and after a fitful nights sleep I was up with the birds. After another hour of searching I was still out of luck. No documents Anywhere! So I showered and got ready for work and was starting to accept the fact that I just wouldn't be able to take my test that day. Then, luckily Tom saved my life. He woke up and asked if I'd taken the drawer out and looked behind it. You see it was a very messy drawer for a couple of weeks until just a few days before. Two seconds later I could see my documents! I was sooo happy! If I hadn't taken it or if I had failed it would have been disastrous because my theory (written) test was about to expire so I would have had to start everything all over again. And it's expensive to get a license over here!
I met my driving instructor and hour early to warm up and get in the right mode for the test. I felt relaxed and positive. My heart sank a little when the guy giving my test came out, and was the same one who failed me the first time! I had feared this would happen. But I didn't let it get to me and just tried chatting to him and being as nice as possible. As my test began I was asked the same 2 questions I got on my first test and was beginning to think my entire test would be the same. It wasn't though.
I stayed calm and relaxed the entire time, driving along just as I should. There were a couple of times I worried I had messed up. The first was during my maneuver (you get tested on one of four maneuvers) when a car had to wait for me to finish. I knew if you stopped traffic its an automatic fail. Luckily I was fine because I had already started the maneuver before they had to stop. Part of the test is a 10 min independent drive where they tell you to drive to a certain location and you have to pay attention and follow the signs. Well a motorcycle came really close on my back right corner so I was watching him closely making sure the test man know I was aware of him and being safe, but I missed a sign. The test man had to tell me which way to go and I feared I would get marked down for that. Luckily I didn't.
I passed with only 3 minors. In England you can get up to 16 minors. So I did pretty well. I was so happy when the man said I passed! I didn't realise how stressful this actually was until I was done and felt that a weight had been lifted. I felt proud of myself too.
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