I got my permit today. That sounds so official. I was pretty confident when walking into the testing room. I was assigned to station number 7. By the third question my adrenaline started pumping. What if I only got 13 right? What if I failed!? What if I was destined to ride a bike forever? The way all of the incorrect answers turned red after you clicked the enter button made me abit nervous. Why couldn't they just circle the right answer? When I got to about the tenth question the red thing was really getting to me. Especially when I got a question wrong and the answer I choose turned red. I followed the advice of some kids that had already passed. They said: when asked about a penalty always choose the worst possible outcome. Oh how right they were. For example: Say you are asked this question: What can happen if you get pulled over for drunk driving? A) No penalties B) You could get your license suspended C) The officer has the right to kill you on the spot or D) The officer has the right to kill you, your family, and everyone you have ever talked to. In that situation you should choose D. Even if it seems dramatic chances are it is correct.

Now I am not one to make fun at another's expense but when the opportunity comes I must take it. A girl I know, who will remain unnamed, partly because I do not want to embarrass her and partly because I am not sure what her name is, was sitting next to me at station number six. I couldn't help but notice her struggle to advance to the next screen. She didn't realize that there were buttons under the screen so she kept tapping the monitor where it said "enter." I found this quite humorous and I almost laughed. Her continuous tapping made me feel sorry for her and sorry for anyone who happened to be out driving when she was on the road. I would have helped her but she eventually figured it out. I am assuming that she finally decided to read the screen and noticed that it said "press the enter BUTTON."

All in all it was a joyous morning at the RMV. My brother and his friend tagged along and Christian outwardly laughed at the picture on my permit slip. That reminds me! When the woman was stamping "approved" on my permit paper thingy she asked me "how old are you?" I think I gave her a shock when I said 15 forgetting that I was 16 now. She had just stamped the slip and I could see that she was wishing she had asked me that earlier. Let me mention that this was after I had gotten my picture taken, signed all the papers, paid the 15 dollars, and passed the test. The woman looked up at me and said "What?!" Realizing my mistake I replied "16, sorry, I was 15 yesterday." She looked at me suspiciously but continued getting my papers together. I noticed that her shirt read "You can't scare me, I have children." I think I did scare her when I answered that I was only 15. And the fact that I said it so calmly must have really confused her. In the end I walked out of there with a Learner's Permit with my name on it! What a morning! I am so excited I could....I could...(music starts in background; takes deep breath)...I could SING!