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			<title>Reese Holmes posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[For many people getting a driver&#8217;s license, is one of the most important milestones in your young adult life. Getting a driver&#8217;s license means you are a step closer to independence and you are able to go anywhere you want whenever you want. It&#8217;s something to be proud being able to show your picture around to everyone. Once you sign the signature screen it is official that you now have your driver&#8217;s license. For many people there perfect picture and bubbly signature is something to be proud of, this was not the case for me.<br />Knowing that I passed all of the prerequisites to obtain a driver&#8217;s license I was very excited to pass my road test. I went to the MVA one summer day, and was early for my 1 o&#8217;clock appointment. It was one of the busiest days I&#8217;ve ever been there. I kept overhearing people saying how the driving instructors were mean and on busy days they fail people for the smallest things. I was next in line and mother wished me luck, she also said &#8220;they should be in a good mood because they just had a lunch break.&#8221; We laughed as she got out the car and the instructor entered. I greeted her and she never spoke back this made me feel more intimidated. Driving off I knew I was bound to mess up, and I did. &#8220;Keep going it&#8217;s okay&#8221; she told me. My heart started pounding even harder because now I have to continue and knowing that I failed already.<br />When the test was over she sat in silence and handed me the iPad and told me to sign. So I did, she told me to remove the keys and go stand inside and wait for my number to be called. So I did, my nervousness overcame me so I never thought that I was standing in line to get my driver&#8217;s license. My number was called so I got up to go sit in the booth. It was a fast process, I sat down and my picture was instantly snapped. Realizing that I didn&#8217;t time the countdown with my smile correctly I knew my picture was bad. She displayed the picture on the screen and just as she did an older lady walked past and laughed while she congratulated me. I just wanted my picture of the screen as soon as possible. The woman passed me the signature pad and the pen for me to sign. I was so nervous and shaky, I signed in a rush. When the preview came up on the screen I realized that I signed my last name wrong. I asked could I redo it but she said it was already submitted. I was so shamed that not only was my picture terrible my name was spelt wrong and I am the one who signed it. She handed over my license and I was proud I passed but more embarrassed of what I done. Shortly after leaving my whole family was asking me for a picture or to show them but I couldn&#039;t. I knew they would laugh at me. I began to think of ways to get around it but came up with nothing.]]></description>
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