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It was a Saturday morning. My alarm clock had woken me up to an exciting day. This was the day that I was going to find a driving school and pass my driving test.

I ran downstairs, excited and was greeted with two friendly smiles waiting to find a driving school. We flipped through the phone book until two large advertisements caught our eyes. The first advertisement bared large bold text saying "A school you will not be disappointed with!".

The second advertisement bared even larger text saying "The most satisfying driving school". My parents were deciding which one to attend. My parents asked our cousins that had previously attended one of the schools we were looking at which was best. My cousin said he chose the first school because it was a neat and tidy environment and the reviews and ratings about that school were excellent. My family chose the first school.

The first day of driving school made me very nervous because I had never attended a new school in 3 years. I had met up with my instructor and he told me to sit in the car. He took out a checklist and pen and told me to start driving.

I started the car and started driving around the course. He knew that I knew all the rules of driving. The first corner was nerve racking for me since this was my first driving test and I didn't want to mess up. I successfully turned the first corner and was relieved. As I was driving, I saw a little child riding a bike up the road. After I had finished and passed this test, I knew that I would never have to ride a bike unless I wanted to.

In the corner of my eye, I saw the instructor ticking boxes and writing down notes. That had made me even more nervous becuase he was watching my every move and every mistake. At my first traffic light, I successfully stopped and drove as I would normally do at a real traffic light. A lot of pressure was was put off my shoulders when I saw the finish line. My parents were at the finish line, eager for the result. When I finished the test, I was not certain if I was going to pass of not pass this test. The instructor said:

"in my opinion I think you would have passed." I was really excited and happy when he said that.

Two weeks after my driving test, I was mailed my results. When we opened the mail, I was nervous. My parents were very happy when they saw the stamp 'passed'. From that moment on, I knew that my bike had no purpose for me. Two years later, I was still living in my home town. One day I drove past a driving school, the driving school I used to attend. A driving school I used to love. I saw new students there. Those students I saw, I knew they were going to be on the road in a short while.