My mom and I went down to the DMV this morning and got it over with. The lady at the desk asked me if I was getting my permit. I said yes, and she said, "Yeah, you have that nervous look!" We had to fill out paperwork, basically consisting of all my information from height to favorite sock color. Then I was handed a test to fill out which I did in such a manner as to end up passing. Then I had to get
My mom drove out of town, and once we got to a back road (defined, for you city slickers, as a road which does not have a yellow line[s] down the middle, nor a white line down the side, and is occasionally dirt), she pulled over and suggested that we trade seats. On our way down, I had pointed out a possible problem to my mom. "I don't know which one is the brake and which one is the gas pedal, so you'll have to tell me," I had informed her. She had agreed that that might constitute a problem, so as I slid into the drivers seat, she told me quickly which was which. (That information quickly proved helpful--necessary, even.) She also showed me where the windshield wipers control was. Then I got buckled, turned on my turning signal, looked for approaching vehicles, shifted it into drive, turned the steering wheel, and applied the gas pedal, which is the little one on the right.
My speed home averaged around negative two miles per hour. Two vehicles came from the opposite way, and I had to try not to hit them. I think that's a law...They were the forerunners of the migration to Alaska. Several mailboxes, sensing impending doom, and sprinting as only a mailbox under impending doom can sprint, left the state as well. The only problem was that I had trouble getting the van to go straight, and I don't see why that would have affected Jessica as much as it did! Now, if the roads were wider, like 30 feet, my passengers (Jessica and my mom) wouldn't have minded so much. As it was, they will be getting out of therapy sometime this summer.
(For the record, I didn't go off the road once. I am very proud of me.)
Basically, that was it. We got home and a couple hours later my legs stopped shaking. Our mailbox still is, though...
7 comments:
Laughing out loud! Thanks for sharing this warning. If I migrate, though, it'll be south rather than north. Just thought you'd like to know. Go ahead and drive to Alaska and look for me; I'll be safe in Tennessee. I'll lend you Tomski, though!
haha...sounds like you did pretty well! At least your mom wasn't screaming like mine was the first time I got behind the wheel....:)
Tennessee, eh? Tomski and I could still find you! (*scary laugh*)
Melissa, Jessica took care of the screaming part, filing in with various noises of abject terror. Look at it this way: my mom had already gone through Jessica, and I'm sure I was nowhere near as bad as Jessica was...riiight!
That is hilarious! I love it. Congrats on getting the permit. I remember the scared mailboxes - when I got my permit my dad had me drive his standard pickup - and I had to back up without hitting the dog, chickens or neighbor's kid. I think the tree I almost hit is still in therapy - maybe your mom and sis can say hi to it... :)
I got my permit two months ago...I know what the feeling's like!
Hey Erika, finally! Just read your recent posts, enjoyed them all, so neat, Easter poetry nice, and photos breathtaking, did you really take them? Congrats. on the permit, I will be on the lookout for your van when we arrive there in June, I was in therapy too long after going thru that with 3 kids! Can't wait to see you all.
LauraBeth: Yeah, Grant Green? They're in the same room together. He's doing okay now, they tell me. THe dog drops in on occasion too.
Thanks for commenting Liberty!
And Grandma Suzy finally has overcome the Comment Barrier and now is able to comment! Yay!! Yeah, unless otherwise noted, I take all the pics on my blog. They were breathtaking sunsets, not so much the photography :) See you in June...
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