Driving Test

For those of you who read my husband's blog, no, I did not pass my Japanese driving test on my first try. It was more a case of third time lucky (but always blessed).

The first two times at the driving test centre were rather stressful. I needed Sheldon to translate stuff for me so we had to lug the two boys along. They had a grand time running around the wide open spaces while mummy was busy trying to memorise the test route. My first try, admittedly could have gone better. The second attempt seemed pretty perfect to me. However, the tester said that I didn't hug the left side of the road enough.

So, we tried again today. This time, I left the boys with my husband and he took them back to the office. The registration went pretty smoothly (after all, I considered myself a veteran after my first two tries). The test went really smoothly except for a small hiccup at the start. At the end of it, the tester said, "Soh-san, ok,". I was about to heave a huge sigh of relief when he started on a tirade in Japanese. From what I could gather, he was giving me a lecture on how my Japanese should really be better than it was. I kept apologising and eventually he let me go to get my license.

I guess I have alot to be thankful for. I hear taking the test 5 times is pretty common and some take it 10+ times.