June 18th, 2015. This was the day that all my preparation would culminate into the final, long-desired goal. I had been practicing endlessly for 5 months, in the snow, in the rain, and in the wind. I had completed my 40 hours of practice, and had spent much more time thinking and dreaming about this day. June 18th, 2015 was the day of my Connecticut State Driver’s License Exam. I had turned 16 on January 18th of the same year. 3 days after my birthday, I made the trek to Cheshire from my hometown of Farmington, about a 20 minute drive. I made the trip in order to take the Learner’s Permit Test, the first of many steps in the process of receiving a Driver’s License in Connecticut. On the way there, my dad said to me, “I hope you don’t fail
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I looked at the nervous faces of the teenagers taking the test. I looked at the various safe driving signs on the wall. I looked at the rows of computers in the small, claustrophobic room. I looked at the DMV officials walking around the room, answering the various questions that arose. I looked at the man in the back of the room, sitting next to the printer, processing the tests. I looked at the printer, the machine that would give me a paper that said one of two words: pass or fail. The woman who had led me into the room was trying to get my attention, as I had spaced out. She said, “Pick any computer and …show more content…
I arrived at the DMV in Waterbury ready to take my test. School had been let out for summer only 2 short days ago, but those days seemed like an eternity to me. I had enjoyed the last few days, swimming in the pool and sleeping in. I hung out with my friends, and we had good times. But, there was the ever-looming cloud of the test. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I brought it up in conversation with almost anyone I talked to. I thought about it during the day, and dreamt about it at night. The night before the test, I had a dream that I had failed, and my dad forced me to walk home. This was one dream that I didn’t want to come
I looked at the nervous faces of the teenagers taking the test. I looked at the various safe driving signs on the wall. I looked at the rows of computers in the small, claustrophobic room. I looked at the DMV officials walking around the room, answering the various questions that arose. I looked at the man in the back of the room, sitting next to the printer, processing the tests. I looked at the printer, the machine that would give me a paper that said one of two words: pass or fail. The woman who had led me into the room was trying to get my attention, as I had spaced out. She said, “Pick any computer and …show more content…
I arrived at the DMV in Waterbury ready to take my test. School had been let out for summer only 2 short days ago, but those days seemed like an eternity to me. I had enjoyed the last few days, swimming in the pool and sleeping in. I hung out with my friends, and we had good times. But, there was the ever-looming cloud of the test. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I brought it up in conversation with almost anyone I talked to. I thought about it during the day, and dreamt about it at night. The night before the test, I had a dream that I had failed, and my dad forced me to walk home. This was one dream that I didn’t want to come