Permit Test

Going to DMV to take the permit test is like vomiting. It was very unpleasant, and I didn't want to do it, but once it was over I felt much better. This was advice given to me by a friend and he was right.

I was being driven to take the test today and I just felt so nauseous. My stomach was doing twists and turns and jumping jacks. I just wanted to bail. We finely got to the parking lot (it seemed like an eternity) and I was glad we were finely there. It just felt like I was closer to being done when actually I hadn't even started. Now we got in line to talk to the receptionist and I thought I might burst into tears if she spoke to me. Brian did all the talking for me and I was grateful. I did all I could not to have a break down walking to my seat. The time seemed to pass so slowly but I had only two people in front of me. My hands began to tremble when they called my name. The lady at the DMV didn't care who I was and that helped calm my nerves some. She just told me to go get my picture taken across the way.

I went to the lady with the camera and she told me to smile. Well that didn't go over very well because as some of you know when I smile my eyes disappear. She took three pictures before she realized that. She handed me the test and pointed to the room I am suppose to take the test in. It was the size of a closet. That would have been fine if I was the only one in there. There must have been twenty people squeezed in there. I sat down in the only seat left and proceeded to answer the 36 questions. I kept losing focus though. Two people answered their cell phones and the lady had to yell at them. New people came and went while I was still sitting there. I thought I would scream if it happened one more time. I looked down and I only had six more questions to go. I thought to myself that is the amount I can get wrong and began to panic again.

I finished up the test and took it to the window for the lady to grade. Right then she got up and left and told me to wait a minute. As I stood there I prepared for the worst. I would have to tell my friend that we would need to come back and do this again. That felt tragic so my eyes began to swell and as one tear fell she returned. I got my composure back also and she began to grade it. She circled one thing to ask me later if it mattered and all I could think about was that I had already got 5 wrong. She started typing away at her computer, handed me something to sign, and then proceeded to do a spiel. I didn't hear a word she said. Something about 30 days, I don't know. So after she paused I asked her if I passed thinking she would tell me no but I could come back in 30 days or something, but instead she said YEAH. The women handed me the permit and I bolted for the door. I could not wait to get out of that poisonous place. I stuck everything in my pocket, told my friend I passed, and head outside. Wow the fresh air felt so good! My stomach started to settle down some and I was so excited I wouldn't have to go through that pain again.

SO I PASSED! I have a PERMIT. I only missed 3 questions. The vomit feeling is over for now. I know there is more to come but at least that part is over! Thanks to my good friend that pushed me to do it sooner rather than later. I can't wait to celebrate. I know it seems so silly or maybe 10 years too late but it was one of my big fears that I overcame. At least until the drivers test.