Teahna Naple
Professor Goldstein
Eng. 101-01
September 18,2015
It was 10:00 a.m, I got out of bed, took a shower, and put my hair up in a sock bun. I had
wanted at least the top half of me to look decent for the picture I was going to have to take for my
permit. After finishing getting ready my peer mentor, Charles, arrived to bring me to the DMV.
When we arrived we ended up driving around the parking lot for at least 10 minutes searching for a
spot. We finally park the car and head inside where we have to wait in line for a ticket, which
determines when it is your turn to receive help, which did not take too long. When I received my
ticket Charles and I found a place to sit down, at this point I began to look for things to occupy
myself with. I read the ticket in my hand, though there wasn't much to read on it,the one thing that
did stand out on that ticket was it said there was at least a 45 minute wait. My eyes widened and my
jaw dropped as I pointed it out to Charles to which he responded, "Now you have more time to
study." Which I regretfully declined. I then continued to look for ways to occupy myself; I scrolled
through Facebook, Instagram, and looked at every story on my Snapchat. After realizing that it had
been almost an hour since I had gotten my ticket I began to rant to Charles about how long it was
taking. I started to twiddle my thumbs and then proceeded to make beats on my thighs, at that point
Charles had said, " You might be disturbing others around you," so he put a stop to that. I began
to scroll through Facebook again when I realized how hungry I was and that i had not eaten
breakfast. So I called my mother to ask her to bring me something to eat. Now this call was highly
unpleasant but unlike my raging mother I managed to keep my cool. However she had put me in a
very bad mood and not even 10 minutes after the phone call my ticket number is announced. I walk
up to this woman's desk where she asks me to give her my forms of ID, which at the time were my
Social Security Number and my Birth Certificate. I handed her my two forms of ID and she proceeds
make copy's of them while I stand there angry and impatient . Finally she hands me my things back
and asks for my 30 dollar fee, which I paid in cash, she then has me sit down in a chair for my
picture. Still angry I sit down and without warning she snaps my picture. Without seeing What I
looked like knowing I must have looked either very angry or very ugly or even a combination of both,
the woman directs me to my testing area. It was not a very large room but it works.There were
computers lined up against three walls, both sides and the back of the room, and a huge
glass window in the front. There was a camera in every corner of the room to help catch someone in
the act of cheating. I sat down at the computer closest to the door, at this point my mind was racing
and I could not focus. I was nervous because I had not studied as much as I should have. I filled out
everything that needed to be filled out before beginning the test. Finally I start the test, I fly through
the road signs and what to do and not to do on the road but then I was given questions about fines
which I then began to guess what the answers might be because I had not studied the fines at all.
Rushing through the signs i finished the test with about 16 or 17 correct and 5 or 6 incorrect. I had
failed, walking out of that room was the worst part of my experience at the DMV, knowing i had just
wasted 30 dollars because of my lack of studying. I'll be taking some time to actually study before I
go back and try again. For now i will either be walking or taking the city bus.
