I looked at the nervous faces of the teenagers taking the test. I looked at the various safe driving signs on the wall. I looked at the rows of computers in the small, claustrophobic room. I looked at the DMV officials walking around the room, answering the various questions that arose. I looked at the man in the back of the room, sitting next to the printer, processing the tests. I looked at the printer, the machine that would give me a paper that said one of two words: pass or fail. The woman who had led me into the room was trying to get my attention, as I had spaced out. She said, “Pick any computer and …show more content…
I arrived at the DMV in Waterbury ready to take my test. School had been let out for summer only 2 short days ago, but those days seemed like an eternity to me. I had enjoyed the last few days, swimming in the pool and sleeping in. I hung out with my friends, and we had good times. But, there was the ever-looming cloud of the test. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I brought it up in conversation with almost anyone I talked to. I thought about it during the day, and dreamt about it at night. The night before the test, I had a dream that I had failed, and my dad forced me to walk home. This was one dream that I didn’t want to come