While travelling yesterday, I watched a girl driving a two wheeler, practicing for her driving test. She was trying to drive in a virtual track shaped as "8".
Memories of my two wheeler driving exam came back to me. I still remember that day.
I had already got my four wheeler driving license a couple of years back. I had wanted to get a common driver license that allowed me to drive both four wheeler and two wheeler. I had learnt to drive a two wheeler when I was young. I took my dad's TVS Scooty Pep and practiced for two days in the small roads near my neighborhood on my own.
We wanted to avoid all hassles and had registered through a driving school. I did not take any classes since I already knew how to drive. On the day of the test, we were asked to meet the owner at his office. My dad drove me to the office. There was another girl who had reached there in her two wheeler. We were given some forms to fill and then the instructor asked us to go to the place where the exam was conducted. My dad drove our bike and the other girl (G) drove on her own with the "L" sign hanging from her bike. She had apparently taken classes with the instructor.
When we reached the exam site, the instructor was very confident that she would clear the exams. On the other hand, he was sure I would have trouble in clearing them.
We had some time to kill until the exams started and I started practicing again trying to drive in a virtual track shaped as "8". I practiced for almost 20- 25 minutes trying to do everything right.
The examiner finally arrived and all of us were asked to drive when our turn came in. I was able to drive expertly, without making any mistakes. On the other hand, the other girl who had come in with me, made many mistakes and was not able to complete the test.
The instructor was surprised and looked at me with more respect. I was asked to go to the office, get my photo and collect my license. The instructor had to spend a lot of time and money (let us not get into that) to get the license for that girl.
An example of people being judgmental without knowing anything about the other person.
Memories of my two wheeler driving exam came back to me. I still remember that day.
I had already got my four wheeler driving license a couple of years back. I had wanted to get a common driver license that allowed me to drive both four wheeler and two wheeler. I had learnt to drive a two wheeler when I was young. I took my dad's TVS Scooty Pep and practiced for two days in the small roads near my neighborhood on my own.
We wanted to avoid all hassles and had registered through a driving school. I did not take any classes since I already knew how to drive. On the day of the test, we were asked to meet the owner at his office. My dad drove me to the office. There was another girl who had reached there in her two wheeler. We were given some forms to fill and then the instructor asked us to go to the place where the exam was conducted. My dad drove our bike and the other girl (G) drove on her own with the "L" sign hanging from her bike. She had apparently taken classes with the instructor.
When we reached the exam site, the instructor was very confident that she would clear the exams. On the other hand, he was sure I would have trouble in clearing them.
We had some time to kill until the exams started and I started practicing again trying to drive in a virtual track shaped as "8". I practiced for almost 20- 25 minutes trying to do everything right.
The examiner finally arrived and all of us were asked to drive when our turn came in. I was able to drive expertly, without making any mistakes. On the other hand, the other girl who had come in with me, made many mistakes and was not able to complete the test.
The instructor was surprised and looked at me with more respect. I was asked to go to the office, get my photo and collect my license. The instructor had to spend a lot of time and money (let us not get into that) to get the license for that girl.
An example of people being judgmental without knowing anything about the other person.
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