Ok...
As most of my close friends know, I've been trying of late to get my restricted licence.
Again - as most of you guys should know is that I've had my Learners for five years....
I passed my Learners in 2000 only getting one question wrong... (something about who gives way on a hill...?) Since then after much whineing etc to my parents I finally get to have driving lessons from them, only to have them come to a screaching halt when I crashed into a tree...
So, for about 2 years I didn't have any lessons, due to the fact that I was too scared, Dad didn' t have enough time or anyone else who could teach had heard the story about the 'Tree Incident'
Just recently I have been having driving lessons once again - this time I have managed not to crash into nething...
I sat my 1st Restricted Licence test on Wednesday 5th Jan 2006. - It wasn't pretty, aparently I got the guy that always fails EVERYONE. He gave me Five reasons of why I didn't pass.
1. Three Point Turn
- I had to do it in a very narrow street, and considering this I think I did pretty well... But the test dude didn't think so, he told me that I failed that because "didn't spin my wheels b4 I started moving" Now I'm sorry, but I was always taught that you DON'T do that as it can ruin the tyers?
2. I am a Very over causious driver.
-Just because I waited for a few cars to go past doesn't mean that I am overly causious, and Whats so bad about being even a little causious? There are too many drivers out there that don't even think about what they are doing and because of this, they cause accidents - prob the reason why I crashed into that tree!
He gave me two examples of when I was overly causious:
1. Where I was having the test, there were two zebra crossings - one just before the corner, and after. I stopped just after the first one as a guy was going to cross the second one, and at the last second... he changed his mind and walked off in a different direction. I was rewarded with the test dude asking 'And we are stopping because...?' in a very impatient voice. Obviously my explanation wasn't good enough.
and 2. I had 50 metres gap between cars where I 'could have' driven out into traffic... I don't agree with this as in the road code it says that 100 METRES has to be available before you can go etc.
3. I failed at my hill start. I don't know how. I didn't roll back or anything and a hill start, in an AUTO ???? COME ON!
4. Parking on a Hill. He didn't tell me how I did this one wrong, so I think he was just grabbing for a mistake...
and last of all lucky number 5!
5. When I backed round the corner, ONE of my back wheels when slightly over the curb, but back off again and I was able to correct it, so it wasn't too bad. (BTW this was the only one I accepted as it is a breach of the traffic laws, be it only a small one)
The bad thing is, I found out that one of my mates had done the same thing as #5 and still managed to pass because it was only one wheel instead of both(she also almost cras hed into three cars!)
But after all that, he told me that I was a good driver, and just needed to focus on those five things. I still can't believe it! and I have to some how tell work tomorrow about me failing!
*Sigh* oh, well...
21 Jan 2006
Today I went out for a driving lesson with dad... In his manual. (Work went and brought a manual car, so I have to learn to drive that instead of an Auto)
We both ended up getting upset with each other as he wouldn't tell me in advanced what he wanted me to do, just till the VERY last minute. Another reason I got upset is because I felt as if I was not incontrol of the situation... Ever since I started driving (Auto - I know it is easier)
I've been feeling a whole lot more freedom etc. being put back into a manual car just took that right away (considering that I crashed into a tree last time I drove one)
Part of the reason I feel out of control is because I have never been able to get the concept of the gears... No matter how someone explains them to me, I just don't get it - And I feel stupid and worthless as everyone else has been able to, even my sisters have been able to and first off too!
To tell you the truth, I'm scared and I hate it. But I will not give up!
If Anyone out there Knows how to explain the gears and purpose to me, please do!
Laterz
'Blonde Little Driver'
25 Jan 2006
Well, I went on another driving lesson last night with a real driving instructor person thingy... I never really realised how competitive they are towards each other... I did something and this instructor said "Is that what the other Instructor taught you?" as if it was a bad thing...?
Oh well, If I'm lucky one of my mates might teach me...?
Laterz
03 March 2006
I Passed! I Passed I PASSED!
Yes ladies and germs, Look out watch the roads as I am now legally able to drive the car all by my little self!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
No Greater Love
I found this while sorting through my papers... I was read this on 'The Journey' ( A tramp, cycle and kayak from the Mount back to Auckland)
It made me cry and apriciate my family and friends then, and continues to do so now.
NO GREATER LOVE
Nobody knows what the planned target was, but on a certain grey day it was the home of small frightened children that these bombs hit. An orphanage run by a missionary group in the small Vietnamese vilage. The missionaries and one or two children were killed outright, and several more were wounded, including one young girl, about eight years old.
People from the village requested medical help from a neighbouring town that had radio contact with the American forces. Finally, an American navy doctor and nurse arrived in a jeep with only their medical kits. They established that the girl was the most critically injured. Without quick action, she would die of shock and loss of blood.
A transfusion was vital, and a donor with a matching blood type was required. A quick test showed that neither American had the correct type, but several of the uninjured orphans did. The doctor spoke some pidgin Vietamese, and the nurse a smattering of high-school French. Using that combination along with impromptu sign language, they tried to explain to their young, frightened audience that unless they could replace some of the girls lost blood, she woulod certainally die. Then they asked if anyone would be willing to give blood to help.
Their request was met with wide-eyed silence. After several long moments, a small hand slowly and waveringly went up, dropped back down and then went back up again. "Oh, thank you," the nurse said in French. "What is your name?" "Heng" came the reply.
Heng was quickly laid on a pallet, his arm swabbed with alcohol, and a needle inserted in his vein. Through this ordeal, Heng lay stiff and silent. After a moment, he let out a shuddering sob, quickly covering his face with his free hand. "is it hurting Heng?" the doctor asked. Heng shook his head, but after a few moments another sob escaped, and once more he tried to cover up his crying. Again the doctor asked him if the needle hurt, and again Heng shook his head. But now his occasional sobs gave way to a steady, silent crying, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his fist in his mouth to stifle his sobs.
The medical team was concerned. Something was obviously wrong. At this point a Veitnamese nurse arrived to help. Seeing the little ones distress, she spoke to him rappidly in Vietnamese, listened to his reply and answered him in a soothing voice. After a moment, the patient stopped crying and look questioningly at the Veitnamese nurse. When she nodded a look of great relief spread over his face. Glancing up, the nurse said quietly to the Americans, "He thought he was dying. He misunderstood you. He thought you had asked him to give all his blood so the little girl could live." "But why would he be willing to do that?" asked the navy nurse.
The Vietnamese nurse repeated the question to the little boy,
who simply answered, "She's my friend"
Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for a friend.
Just as I'd do for all of you,
Love Tones
It made me cry and apriciate my family and friends then, and continues to do so now.
NO GREATER LOVE
Nobody knows what the planned target was, but on a certain grey day it was the home of small frightened children that these bombs hit. An orphanage run by a missionary group in the small Vietnamese vilage. The missionaries and one or two children were killed outright, and several more were wounded, including one young girl, about eight years old.
People from the village requested medical help from a neighbouring town that had radio contact with the American forces. Finally, an American navy doctor and nurse arrived in a jeep with only their medical kits. They established that the girl was the most critically injured. Without quick action, she would die of shock and loss of blood.
A transfusion was vital, and a donor with a matching blood type was required. A quick test showed that neither American had the correct type, but several of the uninjured orphans did. The doctor spoke some pidgin Vietamese, and the nurse a smattering of high-school French. Using that combination along with impromptu sign language, they tried to explain to their young, frightened audience that unless they could replace some of the girls lost blood, she woulod certainally die. Then they asked if anyone would be willing to give blood to help.
Their request was met with wide-eyed silence. After several long moments, a small hand slowly and waveringly went up, dropped back down and then went back up again. "Oh, thank you," the nurse said in French. "What is your name?" "Heng" came the reply.
Heng was quickly laid on a pallet, his arm swabbed with alcohol, and a needle inserted in his vein. Through this ordeal, Heng lay stiff and silent. After a moment, he let out a shuddering sob, quickly covering his face with his free hand. "is it hurting Heng?" the doctor asked. Heng shook his head, but after a few moments another sob escaped, and once more he tried to cover up his crying. Again the doctor asked him if the needle hurt, and again Heng shook his head. But now his occasional sobs gave way to a steady, silent crying, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his fist in his mouth to stifle his sobs.
The medical team was concerned. Something was obviously wrong. At this point a Veitnamese nurse arrived to help. Seeing the little ones distress, she spoke to him rappidly in Vietnamese, listened to his reply and answered him in a soothing voice. After a moment, the patient stopped crying and look questioningly at the Veitnamese nurse. When she nodded a look of great relief spread over his face. Glancing up, the nurse said quietly to the Americans, "He thought he was dying. He misunderstood you. He thought you had asked him to give all his blood so the little girl could live." "But why would he be willing to do that?" asked the navy nurse.
The Vietnamese nurse repeated the question to the little boy,
who simply answered, "She's my friend"
Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for a friend.
Just as I'd do for all of you,
Love Tones
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