I cried. Again.
I took my driving test again. Second time lucky. “All the best drivers pass second time” my mum said. I guess all the best drivers past the third time, or the fourth. I am going to lose track with how many test I have to take just to pass to drive.
The reason why I failed the first time is because I went around the town I live in and had my test in to cautiously. The second time I failed was because I was going I slowed down to go through a small village that was on the route that my examiner had told me to go.
If I had just stayed at the speed I had entered the village at then I would of passed. I had a couple of miners but apart from going through village I aced it. And I am kicking myself that I messed up the way I did. But hopefully I will do OK on the next test and pass.
Once it was all over I came home and I actually kept it together until my mum said that he was being a little unfair and that I will pass next time. I broke down. I cried a little bit and I got a hug of my Mum and Dad which was nice. Once they left I broke down. I do not do that many times. But this time I really did break down. It felt good actually to let it out.
But there are worse things going on in the world for me to be this upset over a simple driving lesson that I have the opportunity to do again. I hope you have had a good day.