Well, I crashed the car during the test and I failed.
Actually, I lie. That was the kid who went before me. You think I'm kidding? I passed with flying colors and by flying colors, I mean 100%. Score, fist pump. Still though, my mom screams and recoils when I pull out of parking spaces, merge on the freeway, pull into parking spaces, turn on the blinker, stop at stop signs, pretty much anything really. I did all of the same exact things I do with her on the test and the man gave me 100%. It's her. Not me.
Look out world, here I come.