Nasty French driving theory test = 0. Moi = 1.

I passed! I passed! I passed! 

image via this website, which also explains the procedure for getting a French driver's license if you're interested and/or completely crazy like me

Yesterday I took the theory part of my French driver's test.

It was a bit nerve-wracking.
You see, it's been a long while 
since I've been in an exam-type situation.

It sure reminded me of my student days.

I was surrounded by other nervous people 

{ok, most of them a good 15 years younger than me, but whatever...}

It was quite fun observing them as we all stood around 

waiting for things to begin.

You had the "cool worrier",

listening to his iPod, trying hard to look blasé.

{He didn't fool me.}

Then there was the "nervous-energy worrier", 

biting his nails & pacing back & forth.

{Take a Valium, will you?}

A few girls were in the "last-minute panic" category,

looking at the road signs in their exercise book 

until the last possible moment.

{Too little, too late.}

As for me?

I had a stomach-ache, but otherwise I was ok.

After a lot of waiting around,

we finally went into the test room, which was a small lecture-hall

with a big screen at one end.

We all lined up to have our ID cards checked

& to be given the remote-control you use to answer 

the multiple-choice questions during the test.

Each person was also given a particular seat in the auditorium.

I was very relieved to be placed in the second row.

{What?  I'm short... & easily distracted!}

Then it was the moment of truth.

And you know what?

The exam actually seemed to be easier than the ones on the DVDs 

I'd been obsessively doing allllll weekend to prepare.

Thank goodness.

There were 40 questions & just 2 or 3 that stumped me.

{Good thing, because the maximum number of mistakes?  Only 5.}

So I felt pretty confident, but I was still beyond relieved  

when {after lining up again} the examiner took my remote-control,

placed it in some fancy-dancy box thingy, 

waited for a label to be printed out,

stuck that onto my file,

handed me my paperwork

& {finally!} said,

"C'est bon." 

***

Now all I have to do is learn how to drive standard (yikes),

handle roundabouts (double yikes) 

& deal with crazy French drivers (triple yikes!)

But let's not think about all that just yet...