This post is not book-related, but after all the crap I went through to get my licence I feel like I should talk about the whole process. If you’re planning to learn to drive soon, maybe you can learn from my mistakes.
So it all started when my parents said I should sign up with the closest driving school to our home. This driving school was specialised in doing courses for people who had lost their licence, not people who were getting it for the first time – I thought it didn’t really matter. BIG MISTAKE.
The woman who worked there was very funny, we got along quite well, but she was the least professional person I’ve ever met. She was late to all of our classes, and sometimes didn’t show up at all, saying the next day that she hadn’t been feeling well and forgot to tell me. I’m extremely awkward when talking to people I don’t know very well, so I never complained, which was my second big mistake. On the outside I said something like ‘haha yeah I get it, it’s fine’ while on the inside I was screaming a list of all the insults I know. That’s what life is like when you absolutely despise confrontation.
So I endured all of that, mostly thanks to the fact that I have literally nothing to do, ever. Sometimes I would be in the classroom, waiting for her to start teaching, and she would tell me to hold on a second because she was watching a funny Youtube video and wanted to finish it. Honestly, that I didn’t mind so much – I know it would drive a lot of people crazy, but I’m generally pretty patient, and while I recognise how unprofessional and shitty that behaviour was, it didn’t bother me personally. Once I’d realised she acted like that all the time I just brought a book along to every lesson and read a few pages while she watched her videos. Then she would finally start teaching me, and honestly there weren’t any real problems there – she was quite a good teacher.
I passed my theory exam with no problems, I had studied a lot and knew everything I needed to know. Then the actual driving began. She was once again late all the time, but she actually showed up to all our appointments, which was a nice change. She would come get me at home as well, so even though she was late I didn’t really mind, because I could just sit in my room until she texted me that she was outside. It really wasn’t so bad. Now, the real problem was that while she was a good driver, she was not the best driving teacher. She tried explaining what I had to do, but I did 30 lessons with her (which is a lot, at least where I come from) and still wasn’t a very good driver. She also taught me a few small things wrong, which, like, dude. At least teach me right?!
A real miracle came shining down from somewhere in heaven when her driving-school car broke. This was actually quite funny, because I’m brutal when I drive, I basically kill the steering wheel and break everything when I shift gears. We were always joking that one day I was gonna break her whole car, and then one day, while I was driving, it really did break. I still think that’s hilarious. Anyway, the car broke literally on the day of my last driving lesson, a few days before the exam. This was terrible news, because she didn’t have any other cars (another big mistake – always go for a big driving school, with at least two or three cars), so the exam had to be postponed. I waited about a week for her to fix the car, when she told me it was gonna take longer than expected. I probably would have waited around like the idiot that I am, but I had already booked my flight to Germany at the end of the month, so I had to do my exam as quickly as possible.
My mom and I finally got tired of her unprofessional attitude and the ridiculous time it was taking her to get the car fixed, so we signed up with another driving school, one that was further away but had three cars and teachers who actually did their freaking jobs. I met my new driving teacher the next day and was immediately enchanted – he was patient, professional, kind and taught incredibly well. Then came the bad news – I was definitely not ready for my exam. I had already booked my place with the new driving school a week later, thinking I only had to get used to the new car and was ready, but he told me I definitely wasn’t. I couldn’t postpone the exam again, so I had to get another ten driving lessons done in just a few days, which was stressful but (to my extremely bored self) kind of exciting. I learned more in those ten lessons than I had in the 30 previous ones with my first teacher, and the new guy told me, on the last day, that I was 100% ready.
I passed the exam with no problems, my teacher telling me I had done a wonderful job, and then I had my licence. You have no idea how good it felt to have it after this whole mess. I can’t even imagine how loud my internal screaming would have been if I had failed the exam. The car breaking down on the day of my last driving lesson was almost like a magical sign, telling me to get the hell out of there and find a new driving school. I don’t know what would have happened if I hadn’t changed teacher, but I definitely would have failed the exam.
So that is the story of how I got my driver’s licence! I know I asked you guys for terrible driving stories last week, because I needed to know I wasn’t the only loser who’s scared of cars, but now I’m asking you for licence stories instead! Did you guys have terrible teachers who were always late? Or something along those lines? I’d love to share the pain, haha.
‘Till next time and happy reading!