The reason today's post is so late is because I was holding off on writing it until I got home. I believe I mentioned that I had a driving test today. If not, then consider it mentioned! As you might be able to surmise from the title of this post, I unfortunately failed for a second time.
I feel much calmer about it this time for some reason. I remember that I had a serious breakdown after I failed last time and I was crying for about two hours. Every time I remembered failing I started crying again. This time though I've managed to stay in good spirits about the whole thing. I'm not entirely sure why.
I think it helps that I only failed because of two major mistakes. The first was with the manouvre. I got the dreaded reverse parallel park this time. It's a tricky manouvre in that the starting position has to be perfect or it can throw off everything else. Needless to say, my starting position wasn't perfect. I started too close to the other car, which meant that I didn't have the room I needed to manouvre around it properly. I ended up bumping the kerb twice and - even when I corrected my position properly - still ended up at an angle. Which is a fail.
The other mistake happened when I was driving way too slow. Normally I'm pretty good at keeping to the right speed, but thanks to a comedy of errors I found myself doing 33MPH in the fast lane of a dual carriageway. To put that into perspective, the speed limit is 70. At the very least I should have been going 50-60.
Like I said, I know what went wrong and I'm feeling much better about things this time. My instructor wanted me to book another test in right away but both myself and my dad agree it would be better to wait until I get back from holiday. So we're going to book another one in when I get back and I'll probably book in another lesson or two to get rid of any rust.
But I am there. I am a good driver. I can do this. I can pass my test. It's just that it didn't happen for me this time.