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The Driving Test
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It was March 19, 2004. I couldn’t have been more excited or nervous. That was the day I was going to take my driver’s test. As we pulled up to the spot, my dad got out of the car and the woman who was giving me my test got in. “All right” she said, “I need to see your permit, insurance, and car registration.” Okay,” I thought, “It must be in the glove compartment.” I opened the glove compartment and pulled out some papers. I shuffled though them nervously until I found what I needed “This has expired,” she said in her Rhode Island accent. I began to panic, but then I remembered, “Breathe”. I began to use the breathing ratio. I immediately began to calm down. Eventually we got the papers and I got my license! Sophomore |
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