My main issue is left turns. I hate left turns, so I was pleased to find out there was only one left turn that I didn't have the right of way. Van Nuys is twenty times easier than Glendale. Glendale made me wait 45 minutes. Van Nuys took me early. Glendale was familiar, and I wasn't comfortable in Van Nuys. I was going way too slow. Well, the rule is I could make 15 minor mistakes and pass. I made fourteen, but I passed. It's funny, because the second lady wanted to pass me, but the third guy seemed reluctant to pass me. He did, but she didn't.

I had my license. Where was the first place I wanted to go? Coldstone's? A friend's house? Nope. I went to Rite Aid to buy feminine hygiene products. Glamorous, I know. It felt so cool. I walked into Rite Aid, feeling all excited that I drove by myself. I walked up to the employee (I know the employees very well; I go to Rite Aid at least twice a week) and bragged. She looked at me, confused, "So, you have your license, and you choose to come here?" Yep, that's me.

So, the day before my permit expired, I finally got my license. It was a grueling year. Filled with tears, I can't believe I got through with it. Amanda still doesn't want hers. Whatever. I love my license. As for all my friends, who's the only one with a license who hasn't gotten in an accident? Yeah, that's me. Life is good. I'm so happy to be a licensed driver.