driving? don't talk to me about driving. do i look like a driver? no.
i resemble a coffee stain.
or maybe a balsamic vinegar stain. for a few hours.
so i failed. plus two more girls out of four of us did. they exhibited murderous feelings towards the examiner - it wasn't their first time, nor their second, nor their third. yes, fourth.
and the driving instructor switched to 'paternalistic mode'.
my dad called. the scene was very similar to one with a five-year old running towards her father with a bleeding knee, and it only takes a nap to make it all better.
(the nap was literal)
he told me the story of his uncle, who managed to fail 24 times.
better luck on the 27th. i will have my revenge on that examiner woman, i swear, this time it's personal.
i am also going to spend the day attempting to make a crochet necklace.