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Hey, you guys!
Guess what! I did it! I finally got my licence yesterday! It's so wonderful! My dad actually pulled through and was able to take me and everything! The best thing about it is that my picture came out absolutely perfect! No mug shots for me! Haha! There were only about one or two things I did wrong on the test, but apparently I was able to do well enough to pass. Like the time I was about to do my backing up bit; I was all turned around looking out the rear window and just before I was about to step on the gas, I realized I hadn's shifted into Reverse yet! Ha! That was kinda funny, but a little embarassing. It would have ben disasterous if I had stepped on the gas looking backward in Drive. But yeah. I feel so accomplished!
I'm ever so greatful to my dad for taking me to get it done. Finally! After getting my permit a year late, my licence comes two years later. However, he sure does make it a little hard for me to appreciate him sometimes. Like, you wanna know when he informed me we should leave the house at 11:30 to get to Delray? When I was in the shower... at 11:30! That and I was under the impression that I should have my birth certificate with me when I went in. When I told him, he spent hours looking for it and never found it. That part I'm not too upset about, but the fact that he turned the fact that we were almost late for my appointment around so that it was MY FAULT... that just pissed me off a little. How is it my fault that I was never informed when I should have gotten ready to leave the house? How was I suppose to know how long it takes to get from Lantana to Delray? I don't even remember the last time I've been to Delray! I'm still trying to remember what friend it was that my dad informed me about who lives there that I apparently visit frequently enough to know that. He just gets on my nerves with that crap sometimes. However, I've thought of what it would be like to not have a dad. Not too fun (At least not until I gain a certain independence [a.k.a. a car]). So I am somewhat greatful for his presence. Now, if only he could be a little nicer about it...
Guess what! I did it! I finally got my licence yesterday! It's so wonderful! My dad actually pulled through and was able to take me and everything! The best thing about it is that my picture came out absolutely perfect! No mug shots for me! Haha! There were only about one or two things I did wrong on the test, but apparently I was able to do well enough to pass. Like the time I was about to do my backing up bit; I was all turned around looking out the rear window and just before I was about to step on the gas, I realized I hadn's shifted into Reverse yet! Ha! That was kinda funny, but a little embarassing. It would have ben disasterous if I had stepped on the gas looking backward in Drive. But yeah. I feel so accomplished!
I'm ever so greatful to my dad for taking me to get it done. Finally! After getting my permit a year late, my licence comes two years later. However, he sure does make it a little hard for me to appreciate him sometimes. Like, you wanna know when he informed me we should leave the house at 11:30 to get to Delray? When I was in the shower... at 11:30! That and I was under the impression that I should have my birth certificate with me when I went in. When I told him, he spent hours looking for it and never found it. That part I'm not too upset about, but the fact that he turned the fact that we were almost late for my appointment around so that it was MY FAULT... that just pissed me off a little. How is it my fault that I was never informed when I should have gotten ready to leave the house? How was I suppose to know how long it takes to get from Lantana to Delray? I don't even remember the last time I've been to Delray! I'm still trying to remember what friend it was that my dad informed me about who lives there that I apparently visit frequently enough to know that. He just gets on my nerves with that crap sometimes. However, I've thought of what it would be like to not have a dad. Not too fun (At least not until I gain a certain independence [a.k.a. a car]). So I am somewhat greatful for his presence. Now, if only he could be a little nicer about it...
