DMVs ARE THE DEVIL. DMV WORKERS ARE THE SPAWN OF SATAN. SATAN IS VERY REAL PEOPLE!
So I went in to take my driving test today. Woke up at 7:15, the earliest I’ve woken up this summer. My test was scheduled at 10:00. On the website, it said we had to be there an hour earlier. No problem. We got there around 9:05 or so and there was a line outside. We waited in that line for a while until a family friend informed us that there was a separate appointment line inside. So we went inside and that line only had like 2 people in it. So when it was finally our turn, this NASTY NASTY (emphasis on nasty) lady told us we were late. Late. Late. It was around 9:30 at that time. She said we should have gotten there an hour and a half earlier even though the website clearly said one hour. She spoke to me and my father like we were imbeciles. All I could think was “dis bitch.” It didn’t help matters that she was loud. The whole room, packed with people, stared at us as if we’d just murdered a puppy when we walked out. I was pissed. And sad. I’m still pissed. And sad.
So we went back to the car. I cried. Came home. Cried some more. Honestly, this just sucks. I need this license. I don’t know how I’ll be getting to school now. The soonest available test date is SEPTEMBER 20. Can you believe that? September 20th. August 23rd is when we apply for a parking pass for school. To get a parking pass, I need my DL. I don’t want to get a damn parking pass in SEPTEMBER. I don’t even want to imagine how bad the parking spot would be. That would be a waste of $50 (the fee to get a PP for a semester).
I’m screwed. I have early release and late arrival but what good are those if I don’t have reliable transportation. Thinking about riding the bus another year makes me want to jump off a cliff. I hate the bus. It would make my LA and ER useless. What the hell would I do an hour before my first class? What the hell would I do an hour after my last class? I don’t have any friends I could leech rides off of. I can’t rely on my parents because this is the last thing they need on top of all their other problems. At this point, I don’t even care about getting my DL anymore. I hate driving anyway.
My parents keep saying everything’s going to be fine, but it’s not. It’s not going to be okay. I’ll have to find a way to get rid of my ER and LA. Then it’s back to riding the bus again. Oh well.