After months (okay, maybe weeks) of waiting for the mail to hurry it up, I finally got what I needed to go get my permit. Since I am homeschooled, it was more complicated. We had to send letters back and forth to different people. On Monday of last week, Mommy took me to the driver's license/sheriff's/anything-else-you-want office. (We live in a small town.) When we got there, we told the lady that I was there to get my permit. So, we gave her the necessary information, and she gave us a form to fill out. When she gave it to us, I was thinking, "Why don't I just take the test first, and then if I pass, then I can fill out this form?" But I just thought, "Whatever. It doesn't take that long." Then she took me in back, checked my vision, and took my picture. (It took three tries.) She gave me the piece of paper that would be my license until the actual one came in the mail, and said "Have a nice day."
We were confused why she didn't have me take the test. I guess she just thought I was so good I didn't have to even take the test. :-) But Mommy asked her about it. The lady asked if I had taken a test, and Mommy said yes. I had taken a test to pass the classroom portion (which I did by book). So then she said that I should be good to go. Then, as we were walking away, she said, "Now I'm second guessing myself." Then she concluded that I did have to take the test, but I couldn't do it there because they "didn't do that there." By then, it was too late in the day to go to Rochester. So, we went the next morning.
When we got there, I filled out the form, and got in line. Once it was our turn, we gave the guy the necessary information, and he told me to go to the computer booth number six. He talked so fast I could hardly tell what he was saying. While I was taking the test, there was audio playing into the headphones "just in case I couldn't read." It was very annoying and distracting. While I was trying to think, there was someone reading the options to me (not live; automated). I was way ahead and trying to decide which option to pick while they were still reading the options. The reason I didn't take them off was because I didn't want to miss anything if there was something on the audio that was not on the computer. Once I was finished with the test, the screen said, "You have passed! You got three wrong out of thirty five. Your score is 90 some percent." Well, not quite. But you know what I mean. Underneath that, it said to return to the front desk. So I did, and the guy took my picture and gave me that piece of paper which would be my permit until the plastic one with the picture on it came in about a month. Then, that afternoon I drove down the road aways with Mommy. Later that night, before the sun set, I took Daddy out, and we drove all the way into town and back. Here are a few pictures Kara took of my drive with Mommy:
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| Nice picture |
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| Instruction time |
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| Something funny about the instructions |
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| Driving! If you look in the side mirror, you can see me. The driveway is a little slushy. |
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| Coming back |
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| I know this picture is not the best quality, but it was so funny I just had to put it on here. Mommy was helping me pull into the garage, and I was holding the brake and doing as she directed. She was telling me to let off or press more on the brake. Then she said stop, so I stopped holding the brake. I don't think that was quite what she meant. Thankfully, there was a little room left so we didn't go through the other side of the garage. |
