And today I failed my license test. I could blame clutch control and I could blame prejudiced examiners, I could even say that I was attacked by a swarm of evil little blue pixies - except none of that would be true. My bitchy little clutch behaved herself and the examiner was this really friendly coloured guy who proudly introduced me to his motorbike, as for the pixies (I'm pretty sure that they're in hibernation this time of the year) - so really, it was all my fault. It was one of those things that you know you cannot possibly in a million years fail, because you're THAT sure of yourself...and then you go and fail: leaving you in awe at your own level of stupidity.
So, whilst I was both crushed and amazed that I'd managed to bomb something I thought I had definitely aced, I soon got over myself and taught myself a lesson in over-confidence: never assume you've passed before you even take the test.
A little advice for those going: it's not the end of the world - yes, you feel like a retard (not the awesome kind), but it's yet another of life's learning curves (they kinda make you dizzy, these curves don't they?).
An addition to my "Things to do Before I Die"
6) Get my license.
7) Prove that blue pixies do exist (and that they're evil).
I know the feeling! I've failed twice:z
ReplyDeletei dont plan on failing again :O
ReplyDeleteoh bt then i ddnt plan on failing this time either :?
blah. o well. on ur 3rd run, wtch out f0r thse pixies :)
lol im not gonna say i told yu so
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