Formerly known as FFXFan

I didn't blog on Friday. Whoops. Ah well, I'll make up for it now by having a little natter before bedtime.

So, the blog title is alluding to the fact that I've passed my driving test. It took three attempts to get it right. Test #1 ended with 1 dangerous fault (I'd ended up in the wrong lane and tried to correct myself, almost hitting a van. The instructor had to grab the wheel, hence the dangerous fault), and 8 minor faults. Had it not been for the dangerous, I would've passed.

Test #2 was an improvement, with my failing with a serious fault this time (was in the wrong lane on a roundabout), and 6 minors. Again, had it not been for the serious, I would've passed.

I took Test #3 on Saturday, and pretty much owned it. Only got 4 minor faults, and they were for little things like positioning and not executing proper checks and shit. Nothing serious, and really seemed to be the exception as opposed to the norm. Still, I'm relieved that I finally did it.

I really do forget how often I'd mentioned it in here, but I'd been learning to drive since March, and it was never really my idea. My parents had been nagging at me to take it since I turned 16, and for 5 years I'd managed to avoid and deflect every attempt. But, you know, there comes a point where you just get sick and tired of it, so you just say "Yes" to get them off your back, and what followed was 9 months or so of pure torture.

I never enjoyed doing it. Sure, I liked it when I had a good lesson, and I hated it when I had a bad one, but that's only because I wanted to get it over and done with, especially after I'd passed my theory back in September. After that point, I could see the finish line, and it was frustrating every time I fucked up. I was ready for the test the first time I took it in December, but I'd given myself far too much to do in terms of overcoming nerves, and quite frankly three awful lessons leading up to it didn't help, so whilst I was hoping I'd pass, I already knew in the back of my mind that I wouldn't.

Still, as I said, I'm relieved that I've passed it. I'm annoyed that I don't have my provisional license anymore because I used it as ID, and I hate carrying my passport around, but I should get my shiny pink license soon, even if the DVLA quote three weeks for it.

Before I go, I'm going to take this opportunity to thank Mena. She had to listen to me moan about it since I started in March, but on the other hand, she was able to celebrate with me when I had a good lesson, and also when I passed my test, as we spent the test together. I'd like to think that knowing she would be at home waiting for me when I finished (even though she wasn't) helped to calm me down and not rush through the test. I think it helped anyways, so yeah, thanks a lot for being with me every step of the way. Hope I can help you when you start learning yourself

And on that note, I shall depart. I would try and blog tomorrow, but I'm gonna be getting home late because of a staff bonding thing that Speccies are doing. We're going bowling ^_^ I'm gonna wear a t-shirt that says You Fucking Love It on the front. Why not, eh? If I get the time to write a little blog, I will do, but no promises.

Till whenever next I write.
-=Gavvie=-