Drivers License (story #11)

Last week I went in to get my drivers license. I was tired and stressed on the day of the test because my mom and I had to stay up late trying to fill out paperwork, which is not my strong suit. The next day at the DPS, I sat down in a cold blue plastic chair, and faced a sheet of plexiglass with a lady smiling out from behind. She took my paperwork, looked at it and then looked up at me asking “Did you fill this out in pencil and go over it with pen?” I replied “yes”. She said that wasn’t what you were supposed to do. She looked down again and then looked up and asked ” Are you sure this is your correct Birthday?” She held up my paper which said I was born in 2007. I said “No. I don’t know how I did that.” I fixed the mistake. It actually made me feel a little better because I thrive in awkward situations. The DPS lady looked down again and then looked up and had me fix several other mistakes. I told her sorry and that paperwork wasn’t my strong suit. Even though she was correcting me she seemed to like me a little bit because she said “good luck!” unfortunately I didn’t pass that day.

Today I went back and got my drivers license! I passed this time, but will still spend some time practicing with my parents before I drive much by myself.

Published by brainchildgalore

I am an art enthusiast who loves many forms of art such as watercolor, drawing, writing, and much more. Here on my blog, I try to show a snippet of my hobbies and artistic endeavors. My life vision is to turn everything into an artistic version of itself, living a life that allows me to be the person God made me to be, and do my best work. Quote of the month "To see the person you will be in 5 years, examine the books you read, the TV shows you watch, and the friends you keep. They will show you a reflection of your future." - a wise person.

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