Going For Your License

One of the more appealing aspects to growing older is the joy of going through certain rights of passage…should we take advantage of them. In Ontario, the wonderful age of 16 is the monumental time to be allowed to go for ones license. However, in my case, I waited a good five more years before even thinking or doing such a thing. Driving used to scare me. Being in control of a monstrous sized vehicle among people who disobey the law was a big “DO NOT ENTER, DANGER DANGER”. Even so, it finally hit me at 20 that I could have a good sense of freedom with a license. So, as a result, I bought a copy of the driver’s handbook and took as many online practice tests as humanely possible. The best part about being unmotivated at one point is when your parents sweeten the deal. Psychological manipulation but it worked. I was allowed to take control of our car should I need it. Anyways, when I finally went to the DMV, the atmosphere didn’t do much to settle my nerves. The set up was like a customer walking into a deli. Take a number and wait to be served. In an instant there was a flash of light; people ahead were taking their license photos. I took mine praying I didn’t look like a crazy person or drugged. We aren’t allowed to view them. So after all this, it was finally time to write the test. Someone’s phone went off twice! It’s bad enough you can hear yourself breathe, but to be surprised like that, it doesn’t help. Despite the drama, I passed! 96% on rules and 100% on signs, that’s right, g1 and eventually soon to be a fully licensed individual. My right of passage has begun and now I’m to deal with lessons and in car experience.