Welcome New Driver
Yes. Correct. You read me right. I took my actual driving exam, and passed one point short of failing it. haha. I was so happy when the instructor told me I had passed, but when I got home, I bawled like a baby when I called Papa to tell him about my supposed good news. Ok, I know I’m weird. Now, why did I make a nincumpoop out of myself? The instructor yelled at me for running on the grass before turning into the parking space. You don’t yell at me! You A-B-S-O-lutely do not yell at me for something as trivial as running over grass. Yes, trivial indeed was that, but I cried anyway. After about half an hour and half a gallon of tears and snot (eeew) later, I was perfectly fine.
And get this, I had to take my exam after having a screaming match with Kuya for picking me up late from school. He knew well enough that I had an appointment that I should not miss, and he comes and picks me up an hour later than expected, causing us to almost speed home faster than a speeding bullet, eat like maniacs, and drive to the DMV. Yes, we were screaming at each other like two lunatics high on juice. It wasn’t pretty. And it caused Grandma to cry, because she proclaims "mag-kapatid kayo, dapat kayong mag-mahalan." Uh, ok, we both know that, but there are times when you get into misunderstandings and disagreements with even the people you love, and for a second you treat them like they’re less than human, then after a while, it’s all good. Like Kuya and me, for instance, when we fight, we go all out, calling each other names and shouting at the top of our lungs, then after a while, we’re like the best of friends again. Call that abnormal, suit yourself, but we live with it. We’re perfectly fine. We deal. And it’s all good. So when Grandma started sniffling, I was thinking, "Oh puh-lease, this fight we’re having is going to last for 30 minutes tops, and this is normal to us, so wipe away those tears". I wasn’t thrilled with the drama of that.
Haha, and yes, then I cry because Mr. Mean-O decided to give me a taste of my own medicine. He wasn’t family. He didn’t have to wait for me for an hour. He had no right to yell at me in the middle of my explanation about why I decided it was ok to drive on grass. So whatever.
The bottomline is…I got my license, and now I can drive…alone. No more good morning, Kuya, now get out of bed and drive me to school conversations. No more Kuya, please don’t make me wait for you for an hour. No more, Kuya, I need to be at school an hour early. Yes, I can drive myself to school and drive myself home. I am a licensed driver.
