My palms were sweating, my knees would not stop rapidly vibrating, and worst of all I could not stop myself from almost bursting into tears every five seconds. My parents kept reassuring me that everything would be okay, regardless of the result. But, despite their valiant efforts to calm me down and comfort me, I was still was unbelievably scared. Looking back on it, I feel that I was putting more pressure on myself to pass this test then they were. But, at the time I truly believed that I would let everyone down if I did not out do my own expectations. I glanced at the clock frequently, counting down the seconds till the big moment. Of course Owen, my best friend who was there with me, continued to reassure me I would pass with flying colors. …show more content…
Owen woke me from my nervous haze by waving his hand in front of my face. I then stumbled out of my chair up to the man. He was big and tall, he had an annoyed look on his face. He did not seem pleased to be getting into a tiny car with a teenage girl, whose driving could be unpredictable. The man shook my hand, “I’m Doug; I’ll be assessing you during your driver’s test. First, we will go outside to your car, where you will show me all the basic functions of your vehicle are in working order; brake and tail lights, turn signals, horn, etc. Then, we will get in the car and you will demonstrate your driving abilities. I will only speak to give you directional instructions and in an emergency. Do you …show more content…
I got in and turned the key in the ignition. My car rumbled to life. He signaled to me to honk the horn, so I did. Then, he asked me to turn my lights on and off. He gave me a thumbs up and made his way to the tail end of my vehicle. I then showed him that my signals and my brake lights were both in working order. After that, he informed me that he had to go back inside to obtain a scoring sheet and that once he got back we would begin my test. So, I awaited his return. About five minutes after Doug had gone back inside, he returned with a clipboard in pencil. It was very humorous watching him cram himself in my tiny Toyota. Following Doug’s extreme determination to fit fully in the car, he put his seat belt on and then shut the door. “Okay, I would like you to back out of this parking spot and head towards Commercial St,” He instructed while pointing in the direction of the busiest street in South Salem. I was still shaking pretty intensely. I repeated his directions his directions over and over in my head. Very slowly I pulled out of the parking spot, making sure to check my surroundings and all of my mirrors. As I got close to Commercial, he said, “Now turn