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Of Chinese Food… Pizza… and that damn Driving Test Again


After third attempt, I finally passed that damn driving test. Yahoo!

That driving test took hold of me for quite awhile. It continued to haunt me since the first time I took it and flunked it. The effect of that driving test was over-powering, I even dreamed about it almost every night. The first time I flunked it, it was a-ok. It was not a big deal. It was the first time and I thought it was just alright. But on the second time that I took it and flunked it again, I was devastated. My tears fell right off my face as the DMV guy was writing down on the paper and giving me instruction on applying for the re-exam.

Today, I had a good time driving around and not even felt that I was being tested and observed for my driving performance. The DMV guy who was in-charged was very friendly, warm and accommodating. He made me feel relaxed and comfy by talking to me about other things like Asian History and the things he likes and asking me about my country and other trivia questions. He was so cool that he made me forget that I am actually taking the test. And I guess that made the difference... that made me feel more confident behind the wheel… that gave me the power to take control of my fear and anxiety. As usual I did my parallel parking perfectly like before. He was impressed. I didn’t forget to look over my shoulder as I changed lane. And more importantly, I did the backing up with so much confidence this time.

Oh well, no more re-exam for me now. I just need to go back there tomorrow to apply for the Driver’s License [I didn't apply right out because we were in a hurry, we don't want to miss Brandon's School Bus] and I’m all set. Now I don’t need to dream about that damn driving test anymore. I don’t need to worry about flanking it again. And I don’t need to torture myself again with the “what ifs” and the “whatnots”. And I learned a great deal of lessons from the 3 times that I took my driving tests. But the most important lesson that I learned from the DMV driving instructor was that… there are only two kinds of food in the world… Chinese food and pizza.

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CONGRATULATIONS on getting your license! I remember how nervous I was the first time I went for mine . . . and flunked because they said I didn't stop long enough at the stop sign. I did pass my second try though. Now I just need to make sure I always renew my license on time so I don't have to retake another one of those stressful tests!

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