I failed the driving test this morning, and words fail me. It went quite well last night, and this morning before we went to the CBR (those moneygrubbing you-know-whats) I drove perfectly. The second I entered the car with the examiner, a rather curt and rigid woman, it all went down the drain. I messed up several times, failed the parking thing which I normally do fine, stuff like that. At one point I was even wondering whether to blink left when passing a number of parked cars. It’s just nerves, all nerves. Nothing else could have made my mind stray and make me lose my sanity in such a weird way.
I got home and I had a good laugh about it with my mother. Better luck next time :)
Aww, that’s such a shame. And I was so convinced you’d get it this time. I wonder what could help you relax the next time. For some reason the first thing that pops up is giving you a big, strong hug right before you get in :D Not very practical though…