Learning To Drive #2

This morning I went to the driving academy again to listen to a talk which is 3 hours long. I have already passed my undang test with a score of 46/50. After that, my mom came to fetch me home. Halfway, she stopped the car and asked me to get in and drive. (Sorry? Are you kidding me? No. unfortunately.) Believe me, it was so freaking frightening. My body coordination sucked, and the car almost flew away when I stepped on the pedal ever so lightly. But luckily I didn't crash into any cars on the road.

3 hours later, I went back to the academy to get my fingerprint saved. In our house yard, my mom asked me to drive again. It's so freaking frightening, again. I nearly bumped into a tree and my granddad's car. Somehow I started to worry about learning how to drive at all. I had to remind myself that my mom paid an exorbitant amount of learning fees, RM 780 in total. Gosh, I can't stop now. I have to try my best! May God bless me and help me improve my pathetic driving skills.

Learning To Drive #1

Last Saturday, my mom signed me up for a driving course. I had to attend a 5-hour talk on Sunday about things that a driver had to pay attention to, getting to know accidents statistics, the required conditions for driving, how to read the signboards blah blah blah... All of which can be summarized in the small undang book as shown in the picture. At first I thought I was going to take the exam straightaway. So I kind of read the whole book in the previous night. It has 500 questions, for your information.

But it turned out that the one I was attending was actually a course. The course was so boring. The first lecturer was OK, but the second one was repeating the same things over and over again. He was like, "We have to be careful when we are driving. You know, accidents can happen if we don't be careful. If you drive recklessly, your chances of getting involved in an accident will increase. So, remember, you must be patient and drive carefully. Do you get what I'm saying? I'll repeat my words once again."

No, I'm not being a whiner, but imagine that, I was sitting in a hot (the air-cons are not working), badly-ventilated room for 5 hours with a class full of strangers (except for the only friend I personally know). Imagine my mom paying RM 150 for this. :o