Laura got her driver's license today! She is so happy. She got her permit on her 16th birthday almost two years ago. For the first year, she drove a little but wasn't really interested. Then she started driving a lot more last summer, but by the time school started, she didn't have much time. This summer she has been driving everywhere, including a couple of ours on the Thruway and in torrential downpours. We have also spent countless nights out parallel parking. She had way more than the required hours (50 hours total with at least 15 after dark), and we knew that she was ready to test at the beginning of July. Unfortunately, the only time available before she had to leave for college was 8/15. Her test was Monday, and although a little nervous, she wasn't too worried. And then she had the examiner from H-E--double hockey sticks. Spectacular fail! She lost 55 points (max to lose is 30). She was absolutely sobbing by the end of the test, and one of the worst feelings was watching her cry and not being able to go comfort her, because he sat in the car for a long time going over everything she did wrong. She kept telling me that he was so mean to her. At first I thought she just felt that way because he was authoritative (and he failed her), but the more she told me that things that he said, the more I had to agree with her. We figured that was it until one of her breaks, but she came home and checked the system anyway. By some stroke of luck, she was able to get another appointment for today. Unfortunately, it was at the same test location, but she took it.
The skies opened up on our drive there. So much so that at one point the highway came to a standstill. She did a wonderful job of staying calm. We finally pulled into the line at the curb in a giant puddle while the rain poured down and lightning flashed all around us. We even saw a transformer get hit not far in front of us and the sparks shower down. It was scary and seemed like a bad omen. Finally, the skies lightened and the rain slowed to a drizzle. We moved up in line until we were the second from the front. The dreaded examiner went to the front car, so we thought we were safe, but they were having battery trouble, and the car couldn't move. So, the same "mean" man made his way to our car. My last words to Laura were, "You show him what you can do!" Miles and I had to leave the car and hope that the lightning stayed far away, because there wasn't much shelter. Laura said that the first thing he did was yell at her for parking too close to the car in front of her, because it couldn't move. (She also said that she had absolutely no problem getting around it.)
While we were waiting for her to finish the test, I met an older gentleman who told me that he was a driving instructor waiting for one of his clients. When I told him that my daughter was testing with the examiner who failed her so badly on Monday, he expressed sympathy and told me that he knew that one well. His fail rate is very high, and he regularly has girls sobbing. As a matter of fact, he was there earlier that morning with another client and witnessed a girl (not his client) crying so hard that she was hitting the dash. Then the examiner came from around the corner with a sour look on his face and mumbled to me to have a nice day. I could tell nothing from his expression and the driving instructor couldn't tell either. The only hope that I held was that on Monday he seemed to delight in telling me how poorly my daughter drove. I peeked around the corner to see Laura beaming in the driver's seat, and I felt such relief. She told me that he was still extremely mean, but she held it together and passed! He didn't make any mention of remembering her from the other day.
Whew! Sorry to be so long-winded, but what a day! In some ways, I'm glad that she had the same examiner, because it seems like a real win over Monday.