My oldest son takes his driving test tomorrow. Yes my son is taking his driving test, not me, so why am I so nervous for him? I passed my driving test first time, thankfully, not sure I would have coped with the nerves of taking it again. The only thing I objected to about my husband now applying for jobs all over the world is the thought of having to retake a driving test somewhere. It is not the driving, I believe I am a good driver. It is the pressure and stress of it all. Tests, I hate them. I loved that my photography degree was exam free. Essays I can write no problem when I am given time, but put me in a room with a bunch of other people sat at small desks and everything goes pair shaped. I left high school with the grand total of two 'o' levels (yes I am that old) and then went back to college to get GCSE's. My exam days are over. But good luck son!
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