omigod! it was...ridiculous. i suppose it depends on who you are as a person...and i had the longest panic attack: from thursday morning til friday 5 hours after i took the test. but every other person i know who's taken it has said that they were calm, the proctor was calm, it was easy, blah blah blah. well, they went to stillwater. that's my biggest advice: GO TO STILLWATER. they are scheduled way in advance over there, so you'll have to do that but it's worth it. I went to Hastings because I could get a test appointment in 2 weeks. the proctor/test person was a hag bitch fuckface who basically made me puke and cry. she was mean. seriously. i had anxiety/stress-induced stomach cramps and i had a mix of my breakfast and bile-taste in my mouth all of friday. but again...just the way i roll. my mom said before i took it (to calm me down), "meghan, at least you are not going to jail for a crime you didn't commit. now that would be stressful." ha.
anyway, i did terribly. in fact, when we pulled into the DMV parking lot, and she started to read what she marked me on*, i knew it, i knew i failed. then she said, "you should definitely practice with an adult before going off on your own." then she threw the paper in my lap and slammed the car door (may be exaggerating a wee bit). but anyway, it wasn't til after i was in line again to register (for what? idk) that i looked down at the sheet she tossed at me, which was shaking in not the wind, but in the ferocious involuntary movement of my hands, and i saw that she circled "pass".
i wasn't even excited on the drive back to school, cuz i was so traumatized. but again, that's just me. i'm a freak that way.
*what i got off on: parallel parking. i tried twice to get into the space and tapped the cone. twice. she said at the time, "you have the rest of your life to practice this. now pull out and take the next available left." freaky. then i didn't know all the controls on the dashboard (i.e. four-way-flashers, defroster). thenn i didn't look back when i turned to park on the side of the road. then...ddon't really remember anything else.
so my point: learn from my mistakes. go to stillwater. (hastings = lots of one-ways that i got marked off on because i didn't know what the FUCK i was doing [horrrrrrible])
also: i'm a good driver. not gonna lie to you. the above shpeil may be convincing you otherwise but...idk. i'm safe. there are no one-ways in woodbury/lake elmo. i don't plan on parallel parking any time soon. i'm bomb at the 90 degree back up. there's a reason why i passed (what i'm trying to say here is: don't tell your mom that i did badly on the test, or you'll never get to ride in a car with me, i'm thinking).
holla at yo' boi,
meg
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