I had a good day today!
I was forced to arise at six thirty (Ahh!) wherein I stumbled blindly into the bathroom and splashed water on my face in a fruitless attempt to awaken myself. I then peeled off what were my pink strawberry pajamas but, tragically, have turned a strange and sickening shade of blue-green in the wash, and leapt into the shower. I proceeded to clothe my body and slather on makeup. That accomplished, I left, with grandmother and sister in tow, once again into the foul depths of the Department of Motor Vehicles office.
The line, at 7:20 in the morning as the first shy rays of light were peeking over the horizon, and before the DMV actually opened, was so horrendous I reeled at the sight. The line was and, faithfully, with no exaggeration, over 100 people deep. I was number 130.
I tell no lies.
We stood in the heat (or I stood in the heat while my grandmother and sister frolicked around) for an hour and a half, and by this time, motionless and in direct sunlight, I was gasping and sweating as spots swum before my eyes. It was then my sister reappeared with a Sunkist, which was a breath of crisp air to a dieing man. I found strength to go on.
Inside was, predictably, another line, but at least blissfully in air conditioning. I told the gentemen (gentlemen, ha!) that I had previously waited five hours yesterday and that all my information was in the computer, and I merely had to retake twenty questions of the test and would joyously be on my way, but to no avail. I was assigned another number (30) and told to wait.
And so, I waited. While I waited I wisely commanded my grandmother to review all of the test questions in the back of the handbook with me. She nearly sobbed when she discovered there were 71, but I delicately pointed out that I desperately had to pass my test today or we would have to do this all over again.
She reviewed.
My number was called.
My heart pounding, palms slick with sweat, I made my way to the computerized testing machine. Hands shaking, I tepidly touched the enter button.
And I passed! Not only passed, got every single question correct. Ha!
I then shuffled, in a daze of overwhelming happiness, to have my picture taken. Of course it came out horrendously and I have two chins, but it matters not! I am a liscenced driver!
Hooray!
I was forced to arise at six thirty (Ahh!) wherein I stumbled blindly into the bathroom and splashed water on my face in a fruitless attempt to awaken myself. I then peeled off what were my pink strawberry pajamas but, tragically, have turned a strange and sickening shade of blue-green in the wash, and leapt into the shower. I proceeded to clothe my body and slather on makeup. That accomplished, I left, with grandmother and sister in tow, once again into the foul depths of the Department of Motor Vehicles office.
The line, at 7:20 in the morning as the first shy rays of light were peeking over the horizon, and before the DMV actually opened, was so horrendous I reeled at the sight. The line was and, faithfully, with no exaggeration, over 100 people deep. I was number 130.
I tell no lies.
We stood in the heat (or I stood in the heat while my grandmother and sister frolicked around) for an hour and a half, and by this time, motionless and in direct sunlight, I was gasping and sweating as spots swum before my eyes. It was then my sister reappeared with a Sunkist, which was a breath of crisp air to a dieing man. I found strength to go on.
Inside was, predictably, another line, but at least blissfully in air conditioning. I told the gentemen (gentlemen, ha!) that I had previously waited five hours yesterday and that all my information was in the computer, and I merely had to retake twenty questions of the test and would joyously be on my way, but to no avail. I was assigned another number (30) and told to wait.
And so, I waited. While I waited I wisely commanded my grandmother to review all of the test questions in the back of the handbook with me. She nearly sobbed when she discovered there were 71, but I delicately pointed out that I desperately had to pass my test today or we would have to do this all over again.
She reviewed.
My number was called.
My heart pounding, palms slick with sweat, I made my way to the computerized testing machine. Hands shaking, I tepidly touched the enter button.
And I passed! Not only passed, got every single question correct. Ha!
I then shuffled, in a daze of overwhelming happiness, to have my picture taken. Of course it came out horrendously and I have two chins, but it matters not! I am a liscenced driver!
Hooray!
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