WHAT DOES IT FUCKING TAKE TO GET A DRIVERS LICENSE IN THIS FUCKING STATE?!?

For someone who is so against driving, it's remarkable how much this fucking test is bothering me.

Despite the fucking fact that I've paid for driving school, all my car insurance, all the repairs, failed the first time because I went the wrong day, got shit about it for the next 2 weeks about it because I don't have a ride to work, ETC ETC ETC...

THE SECOND FUCKING TEST ISN'T UNTIL NEXT MONDAY.

When the woman looks me eye to eye and tells me "you're scheduled for next monday", I take her word for it and expect to be at the DMV on the following Monday. However, 15 hours before, I look at my paperwork to discover that, OOPS!, it's scheduled for APRIL 26TH! Obviously not tomorrow! Oh well! I'll just put up with more shit from my parents about getting a ride to work, if I even can, and proove once again that anything I say is 25% of the time true, as usual.

"Yes, I'm getting it tomorrow. No, I know I said that 2 weeks ago but I'm positive this time. I'll proove it. Tomorrow, I'll stop by."

What the fuck. Why do I even bother telling people. It's almost as if anytime I even open my fucking mouth in the first place, the situation instantly corrects me.

I am a good driver. Considering that I'm always wrong, this may not be true. However, it's something that I feel quite strongly about. I can operate a motor vehicle. I have been for 8 months now with a "PROVISIONAL" license. I've gained enough "EXPERIENCE" to operate a fucking car without someone who I'm not talking to sitting next to me. The DMV does not take hundreds of people in a day. There is no reason why this should be such a problem.

1,500 dollars of my bank account, which is practically empty these days, contributes to something that I haven't been able to use and at this rate, never will.

I'm getting rather sick and tired of depending on people for the smallest things like going to work and I'm getting even sicker of walking 400 miles everywhere. However, I'm probably sickest of the idea that no one takes me seriously about this anymore. From now on, I vow to just shut my fucking mouth and not say anything until I'm completely alone in the car with no one to proove me wrong.

I really am not pleased. If you could just please excuse my puny, generic, teenage angst, I'd appriciate it.