Called me several times, I gritted my teeth, got into the Jetta, fastened my seat belt, hit a light, stepped on the clutch, put into gear and trembled a few times. There was no interference from the big broadcast in the car, so I was awake. I don't think so, so I will fail the exam. It was too late, but it was not fast. When I was about to enter the first exam project, I stopped and got off. Just after that, a woman's voice began on the big broadcast. So-and-so, please strengthen the test car as soon as possible, take the test and repeat it several times. I'm telling you, whatever, it was a mistake. I ran to a staff member I didn't know, saying that I was practicing pickup trucks, not Jetta, and then I went into the hall, waiting to call my name. Later, in fact, all three students with me got it right, just me. They thought I used Jetta for the exam. You said I couldn't recite it?
When I was asked to take the exam for the second time, the first exam item was sideways parking, and the process was relatively skilled. However, after reversing successfully, there was no prompt for reversing successfully. Also stiff for a minute. Just outside, there is a staff member, whether he knows it or not. He opened the window and smiled and waved to him, inviting him to come over. Because I can't get off, or I'll cancel the exam. Here, I want to talk about the details and unknown emergencies. Don't worry, handle it calmly. Most of the exams fall on the clutch, which is too loose and closed. If you ask me, we are just slow, and there is basically no problem. Of course, this is only an episode of subject two, and subject three is interesting.
Because the driving test taught me something, some people, sometimes really lucky, passed the mock exam, but they were speechless during the exam. Mock's usual practice is not so good, or he is always scolded for being stupid, but it's all over. I think it is a bit one-sided to simply classify it as nervous or not. When several of our classmates got their driver's licenses, they had a meal together and yelled at each other for a long time.
A few days ago, I wrote some interesting things about driving test subject 1 and subject 2. I'm glad to see many people reading. Today, I will share with you interesting things about subjects three and four.
It's time for the three major exams! Because it's almost an hour's drive from where I live, the four of us are waiting in the examination room, with students from three different driving schools as a group. Maybe the students in driving school are afraid of cheating. At that time, I was drawn with two women, and a sister in her twenties failed the mock exam like me. She also asked me why you didn't look nervous at all. Actually, I was in a panic. Have I grown up? The other woman is about forty years old, but she looks relaxed, because she said that she had taken three mock exams twice. All passed, no problem in today's exam.
It took my mother three years to get her driver's license. She is the kind of second-degree illness that is bursting with confidence but panics when something happens. The first time she touched the car, she stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed faster and faster because of nervousness. She panicked even more and slammed the steering wheel. The fast snake car crashed into the container warehouse in the corner of the driver's license with the roar of the bus. Her coach may never forget that afternoon when foam particles were flying all over the sky. My uncle is from the police station. He met the coach and my mother in the police car and got off to chat. My mother took advantage of the fact that the two of them got into the police car unprepared and drove away, followed by my uncle and coach who were chasing wildly.
Finally, because the car stalled in the middle of the road, several cars around it were forced together. Fortunately, there are not many cars in the driving school. My uncle scolded her, and she said with a look of injustice that I don't know how the car rushed out. Coach heartache: I beg you, big sister, go out and don't say I taught you.
There was a senior who was born with no talent for driving. He stumbled all the way and finally ushered in the fourth road test in his life. I don't know now. Anyway, we were infrared+examiner's score. He sat in the driver's seat trembling, but everything was ready, but he didn't change gears. He began to panic, repeating useless actions like ants on hot bricks, while chanting whether the car was broken. The examiner can't stand it anymore, because there are surveillance videos on the car, so he can only watch them. I especially remember the examiner's eyes turned to the back of his head.