You Win Some, You Lose Some

For all of my faithful readers who took the time to read my last entry, you’ll know that I had an appointment to re-take my G License Drive Test earlier this morning. First of all, let’s get something straight: Paul Ritter does not get nervous. Nevertheless, I found myself being somewhat nervous for this driving test (I wasn’t nervous at all the first time I took it, and I figure the reason was because I had failed the first time). Anyways, I woke up this morning with quite a nasty feeling in not only my stomach, but also my bowels (yes, I went there). To my displeasure, the feeling did not go away after having a shower or eating, but my appointment was scheduled just before lunch and there was really nothing else I could do but do it anyways, regardless of how I felt. On top of not feeling well, it seemed like things just weren’t going my way all morning; I parked in the same place as I did when I did the test for the first time, and went in to go sign the papers, but to my surprise, the Drive Test Centre was no longer there! So I went into SportChek next door (meanwhile, time is ticking away) and asked the sullen-faced employees behind the desk where it had been moved to. After discovering that it had been moved to the complete other side of the mall (in less than two weeks, might I point out), I booked it across the parking lot and signed the forms as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, they had yet a new spot for vehicles to park, so once again I ventured back across the vast lot of parking to my Jetta and hauled-ass over to their dedicated parking spots. I must have waited for about 15-20 minutes before I saw another car approach and pull into the spot beside me. As I looked into the car, I was both shocked and appalled to find that the drive tester was the same broad that I had when I took the test for the first time (the very one that failed me). Needless to say I was pretty upset, as I was expecting a repeat of my previous performance. As she left the vehicle, the driver got out and wished me “good luck” and we got into a discussion about how she had failed me the previous time and how she had just failed him on his G1 Exit Test. After a few more minutes of waiting I see the door behind me open up and she gives me the routine babble that they give everyone: “do you wear glasses/contacts, do you have heart/stroke/epilepsy/other conditions that may impair your ability to drive, you won’t be asked to do anything illegal, follow all road signs and obey all traffic laws, don’t ride the clutch, blah blah blah.” I thought the test went pretty good overall, but I also felt the same way when I wrote it (and failed) the first time. On top of that, however, there were things that happened that made me nervous and made me feel like I was going to fail. For example, near the end of the test I turned left onto Lakeshore in the sketchiest way possible, and I ended up going down most of Lakeshore side-by-side with both a black Suburban and a massive transport. In addition, I think she tried to catch me by taking me onto MacIntyre (a three-lane, one-way street) twice, as it didn’t fool me the first time because I knew to expect it, and although I almost made the mistake of turning into the middle lane the second time, I had enough time while sitting at the red light to realize that I needed to turn into the left-most lane. Phew. I thought for sure she was going to fail me for some other things that happened that I won’t go into because it will take me too long to explain in order for readers to possibly understand. Anyways, if you haven’t realized it by now, I did in fact pass and am now a fully licensed driver (woot). In fact, she said that my test was almost perfect except for a left turn that I made too sharply (most likely the aforementioned left turn onto Lakeshore). But obviously I didn’t give a fuck what I did wrong; as soon as she said “congratulations” I stopped caring about everything else. So as you can no doubt guess, I was quite pleased with the end result.

After some lunch I ventured out to visit my Jilly at work, though I just stopped in to say hi and ask how her day was going. Either way, I’m always glad to see her Following that I bought my bus ticket at the bus station for a one-way trip to Sudbury, as reluctant as I was to not only spend the money but to think about having to leave my baby I then had to hit the Commerce Court campus of Canadore College (talk about alliteration…and hey, I just remembered something from ye olde high school!) to meet with the coordinator of the Computer Programmer Analyst program with regard to course equivalents. From the discussion we had, it sounds like pretty much everything will work out, give or take a couple of courses. So, I may have to pickup one or two extra courses concurrently (at night or in the summer), though he said he would try to schedule them in between the second year classes that I would be taking. However, on the plus side, there may be a couple of courses that I have taken here at Cambrian that the Canadore students don’t take until second year, for which I may have a bye. Overall, things are looking good for my chances for going to Canadore in the fall instead of remaining at Cambrian. It makes sense for more reasons than just the program; the main reason I’m doing it is for my Jilly, but another bonus is that I’ll be able to save a crapload of money by living at home. So, as long as I don’t have to pickup too many other courses, I have a feeling I’ll be applying to Canadore quite soon indeed…

On my last note, I had to leave my Jilly tonight, yet again. It’s always hard saying goodbye, but I think saying goodbye at some sort of station (bus station, train station, etc. …I suppose an airport would be the same but I’m just not that cool), it just seems to feel so final, so finite. Plus, I won’t see her for another two weeks, which may not sound that bad but we’ve managed to see each other every single weekend for the past couple months which has been pretty good for us…the next time we’ll see each other will be on the weekend of my nineteenth birthday, which is just shy of two weeks away. Oh well, we’ll be fine, it just keeps getting harder and harder to be apart from her now that we’ve been together for so long. I love you Jilly!

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