See what I did there? No? Okay...

When I turned 16, I was so excited to be able to drive that I kept putting off studying for the driving written test. This is a true story.

Finally, after a long wait of procrastinating, then studying, I was finally able to take the test.

We arrived at the test place and waited in a GIANT LINE for what felt like FOREVER. After waiting, for like... I dunno anymore, we got to the desk, paid (yes you have to pay to take a test...), we had to take a number and wait. Again.

When we were finally called up, I had to give the person at the desk various information and then get a picture taken, and finally enter the room where the test was being held.

IMPORTANT NOTE: ALWAYS keep your IDENTIFICATION piece with you AT ALL TIMES!!!

Here's why:

I decided to give my ID to my father while I did the test. When I got in, the lady at the desk said to sit in a chair and wait. ...More waiting... ...lovely...

When I was finally called, I went up to get my test. The lady would not give it to me because I didn't have my ID... TT-TT... I went out into the lobby to look for him, I figured he'd wait for me there. HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. I panicked. If I couldn't find him I wouldn't be able to do the test, if I couldn't do the test then I wouldn't be able to drive. And if I wasn't able to drive... I'd be foreveraloner...

I returned without finding my dad, I was unsure whether I could leave the building to check if he was in the car or not. I went back to the lady and retold her my news.

I thought that she would kick me out... there goes my chance at teenage freedom.... But she let me take the test. Yes!

Long story short.

I passed.

But there was this old man who kept failing it... I felt kind of sorry for him. He tried approximately 5 times - within the time span that I was there - to write the test before he gave up and left with his wife.

Now, on to the more interesting parts.

Day 1 of Driving:
• Instructed by father dearest.

Steering is not as simple as it looks. It's not like in Mario Cart where you just turn the remote 90 degrees and the vehicle turns with it.

NO.

In real driving, you must rotate the wheel multiple times for it to turn.

And here is where the pole comes in.

There I was, sitting in the car. My dad beside me and no one else in the parking lot... well except for other cars....

...Anyways...

Dad: start the car and steer to the left.
Me: got it. *mario cart style steers.*
Dad: turn the wheel more.
Pole: *stares at us nervously, waiting for me to crash into it.*
Me: *properly turns after almost hitting the pole* oh so that's how you're supposed to steer...
Dad and Pole: *give a sigh of relief*

....And that is the pole story....

Day 2 of Driving:
• instructed by Father dearest again.

I was comfortable driving in the parking lot. I liked it. Even with the other first drivers.

...Then...

My father decided it was a good idea to take me out on the road. Where experienced drivers drive. I was like: O.o... and then like: TT-TT.

But, I did it. And I only ran over the curb a total of 1 time(s).

The speed limit: 50 km/h
My speed: 20 or less km/h

I turned out okay... right?

Let me tell you something;

I HATE driving with my mother.

Here's why:

She is a nervous passenger.
I'm a nervous driver (I'm better now).
Put us together and we make a driving hazard. (Maybe not a driving hazard, but it makes me 10 times more nervous than I already am. Again, it's a bit better now that I have experience.)

Here's what happened:

I was driving, with my dad in the front seat and my mother in the back. It was all fine until a motorcyclist joined us on the road.

I was driving, doing my best to keep an eyes on everything. When all of a sudden...

POW

My mother makes a sudden out burst which makes me slam on the brakes and stop, the motorcyclist was behind me and had to move around me. Yes. I suddenly stopped in a 60/70 km/h zone. And my parents lectured me when I finally got moving again - after I had to recover from having a (figuratively speaking) heart attack - about why you SHOULD NOT suddenly stop in the middle of the road.

And those are my first driving experiences... as a G1 driver.

Now, as a G2 driver, I can drive on highways. Fun. And as you may have expected, my dad jumped at the first time to take me out onto the highway that he could get.

Highways:

Driving with Instructor: perfectly fine, fun, wanting to laugh like an idiot..., does everything right.

Driving with my family: it's okay, slightly stressful, TAKES THE WRONG EXIT AND GETS YELLED AT FOR STAYING RIGHT AFTER BEING TOLD RIGHT!!!

Fun times... NOT.

To be honest, at this point in time, I DETETEST driving.... Oh well, but I have to keep it up until I get my G. Then my parents don't care if I drive or not....

And those are my first driving experiences.

{A/N: 937 words down, 8,778 words to go.}

{A/N: It is only day 2}